"Do you...?" Kimblee started asking something, but trailed off once Miles made eye contact.
It was insanely odd to see Kimblee uncomfortable to any degree, so the upcoming question was probably going to be just as insanely odd, which made Miles just as uncomfortable.
"Do you shampoo them...?"
Kimblee poked at the sides of his face, in some odd mimic of Miles' sideburns.
"Oh. Do I shampoo my sideburns?"
"That is the question that I am asking you, yes."
They both fell completely silent, for a very long time.
Miles never answered the question.