The smile on his face widened exponentially when she commented on his hair. Somehow, in that simple statement he felt like perhaps all was forgiven. Even the all she didn't know about yet. Which made no sense whatsoever, he knew. But maybe that was just the guilt talking. He didn't need any more of that, thank you very much.
He pulled the door oepn wider, shifting in such a way that she could see inside, a silent invitation. It looked very different to what she remembered, he knew that much. The key he knew she had somewhere in her possession wouldn't fit the lock, but that was a minor detail. He could give her another. If she wanted it. He tugged on the ends of the hair at the nape of his neck with an amused little chuckle. "Bit different to before, 'ey?" He'd thought in those first few minutes, briefly, that he'd been a girl. But no. Just fantastic hair. "I like it."
But that wasn't what she was really interested in, surely. Reaching out, he took hold of her hand, tugging her through the door and a few steps inside. "Come on then. Don't keep her waiting."