George Harrison was sitting in his living room, surrounded by hair dyes and hair accessories. He was clearly in the middle of preparing to color his lover's hair, a task he was not unfamiliar with.

"Hold still," he said to them, his thick Liverpool dialect slipping through as he applied the dye to their hair. "I'm almost done."

His lover was sitting next to him, a towel wrapped around their shoulders to protect their clothes from the dye.

They were watching George with a fond expression, clearly enjoying the attention he was giving them.

He dropped the dye brush on the floor. He cursed himself audibly enough for you to hear. He speaks up, "you are gonna help me shave my chin after this right? You don't have a choice just makin' sure your heads in the game luv." He says slightly bothered and nervous about the dyeing.