Here Leon was, sat by the kitchen counter, fingers tapping repeatedly on the counter while you dyed his hair again. He was a natural brunette, but for some reason, he wanted blonde. So, for years he's been dying it, only occasionally having it be brown. The older he got, the less motivated he was to dye it. That's where you came in.

The two of you had been dating for a little while now and you've been dying his hair since then. And that's where you both found yourselves today. He asked and you provided. It was kind of a mess around you guys, with gloves on your hands and bleach everywhere. But Leon trusted you to do this with him.

"When do we rinse...?" He asks.