[There's a moment where he pretends to be affronted by comments about his hair, but he's mollified by the agreement that Zev join them. It's a step, and one in the right direction. First and foremost, they need to sort out all that's changed and what's stayed the same. It's still Zev, the one they'd promised to what seemed like an eternity ago on that beach. But even the same person can change, and jumping to conclusions would end... poorly.

So instead, he made space for Jack and for Zevran, getting comfortable in the bath that could hold the three of them. Luxuries, the likes of which he'd resigned himself to never enjoying ever again back home]

You're still going to be upheld to grooming standards, Jack. It's lovely till it makes my face itch when you rub up against it.