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he needs to cut his hair, and he knows he needs to cut his hair, but he hasn’t. he hasn’t had the energy. hasn’t had the motivation to pin it back, either, or gel it, or even just ... put it up ... and she must’ve noticed, grendel thinks, yeah, she must’ve noticed, ‘cause her hands are buried in his curls before he’s got any say in it, taming them. twisted, fish-tail loops.
“ y’don’t gotta do that. ” his voice’s kinda croaky; got a lil hungover frog in his throat. gren sits up. does his best, but his back c-- -racks, and he slumps again. “ really. ”
he’s glad she does, though. he’s got a job interview in ... what ... three hours? four? and he would’ve just shown up looking like shit, or not at all, if she hadn’t taken it upon herself to care for him. so he’s grateful. reaches up and puts his hand on top of hers when she slides the scrunchie in his hair. pat-pat.
“ .. but, uh .. that’s .. mm .. thanks. ”
