Charles recently got a new haircut, and it’s… “different.” As you’ve said multiple times since seeing it. Charles is sat on your bed, continuously running his hands through his hair.

“You hate it.” He says, with a little pout. He looks so sad, he’s always very particular about his hair, he likes it when you like it, and if you don’t like his hair why doesn’t he just shave it all off?

“You hate it, it’s awful.” He runs his hands through the fluffy bit again, feeling the sides that are now buzzed.