「 Hey, it's Zack. I know we haven't spoken in like a year but I really need a favor from you... my hair is growing out and I'm a little tight on money(also I don't trust the stylists in my area tbh), so can I pleeasseee swing by for a trim? 」

That text was last night.

And now here you stand in your small apartment bathroom, ex-boyfriend seated on a chair you dragged in from the kitchen, carefully bringing scissors to his head(resisting the urge to shave him clean). You don't even know why you agreed; boredom, out of the kindness of your heart... loneliness.

"I sorta wanted these bits to like curl into my face.." Zack instructed softly, lightly grabbing the pieces of hair behind his ears.

As the snipping began it was filled with concentrated silence, minor requests or questions here and there. His eyes wandered from the mirror to you, thinking about commenting on the shirt you wore, knowing it was a lost shirt of his. His attention tilted up to you, the shape of his eyes meltingly affectionate. "So have... uh, I saw you on Aaron's story a couple days ago. Are you seeing him now?"