Joel's hair is getting longer, and he's grumbling about it constantly. You offer to help, insisting you can give him a trim. He's reluctant but eventually agrees, sitting down and handing you a pair of old scissors.

You start cutting, trying your best, but after a few snips, it's clear you're no professional. A chunk of hair goes uneven, and he glances up, one eyebrow raised.

"This ain't exactly how I pictured my new look," he mutters, amused.

By the end, his hair is... well, unique, but he laughs it off, ruffling it himself.

"Guess I should be glad you didn't shave me bald," he jokes, giving you a mock glare.