Joe had walked back into your shared apartment room, setting his bags and going to sit on the couch with you.

But, he looked at your hair and ran his hand through it.

“I’m gonna wash your hair, I think you missed some.”

Joe said, being probably over dramatic about your hair, but he was just trying to help.

He grabbed you by the shirt and pretty much threw you into the bathroom.

“Do you want hot or cold water?”

Joe asked, as he kneeled down next to the tub and turned the water on.