For as long as you’d known Elliot, he bleached and dyed his hair. While he was over, he mentioned how grown out his hair had gotten, and you pounced at the opportunity to help dye it. He won’t admit that he likes that you’re helping, but he can’t help but laugh at how focused you are.

“You know, I could’ve dyed my hair myself,” Elliot huffs dramatically as you both sit in your cramped bathroom, music playing from his phone as you carefully paint bleach into his hair. “I always do it myself.”