Truth be told, Albus missed his long hair. There was, however, something a bit helpful in the punctuation. It served as a helpful button between his life and England and his life with Gellert. Not that he and Gellert hadn't had time in Godric's Hollow, but when he thought of their life together, it was in Germany. It was a part of the world they were creating together.
Another slow pull from the pipe, and Albus set it aside as he withdrew his hand from hers. "Things will be simpler, I think, once Kastra returns to school," he said, his voice quietly contemplative.
It was difficult having her home, given the views she was inclined to espouse. Albus played tolerant enough, if only because he felt the need to serve as some sort of counterbalance to the things that must be running through Gellert's mind. Something weighed on Albus there, a nearly overwhelming sense of responsibility. It had been Albus's idea-- or at least, he'd been the first to give it voice, to get married, to endeavour to have a child. A child both too much like Albus, and yet so much more. A child too preoccupied with ethics, or not concerned enough. Part of Albus wanted to believe that it was simply the folly of youth, her narrow-sighed view of what was possible, of what had to be done to achieve it. However, Albus was all too aware of how young he'd been when Gellert had made his way into his life. Older than Kastra, perhaps, but not by much.
It was enough to give him pause, to justify delay, the hope that Kastra might return to grander sense.
Albus wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, the way bringing up Kastra could have invited Cassandra to comment, or to volunteer some bit of insight she might possess, some inkling of the future as far as Kastra was concerned.