Natalie is terrified of you now btw
He's quiet for a good while, just staring at the anon from his place on the floor. It seems that he was in the middle of cutting his own hair when they appeared, chunks of tar black hair littering the towels laid on the floor for this express purpose. He lowers the scissors in his hands so he wouldn't ruin the progress he had meticulously worked on for the past half hour.
"... I can't blame her," Is what he manages to mutter first. She's traumatized and he has lashed out at her quite a few times. It doesn't surprise him that she would be genuinely terrified after what she's seen of him at a low point in his stability. "Thank you for confirming this for me."
And with that, he simply goes back to carefully cutting his hair. He is genuinely ashamed that he let it get as long as it is, no one could even tell that there used to be red in it anymore... He should feel bad about caring more for his appearance than the well-being of someone he briefly considered a friend, but he just... Can't bring himself to care.
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