[ Stede doesn't think too much about the level of agreement he has with Ed, with how comfortable the two of them are with one another - it seems natural to him, simple and easy to welcome the other man into his space and offer him whatever he needs. Blackbeard is all that he had dreamed of being when he began a pirate and Ed?

Well, Ed had become a very dear friend.

Humming absently, he begins to brush the oil through Ed's hair, fingers first - a comb can come later. ]

It doesn't have to be every day, but once every six months isn't going to make it worthwhile, is it?

[ Which seems logical, of course. ]

I can give you your own to use when you're alone.