He tries to move his head when he speaks, "I can do this myself." he grumbles, but shuts up when you grab his jaw to keep him still. His hair was growing out of control, and he didn't want to go to a hair salon. Might as well do it yourself if he won't. He sighs, sitting on the stool in front of you while you trimmed up his dark strands, he didn't want to admit it but he liked the feeling of your fingers carding through his scalp. Staying quiet and listening to the clip clip of the scissors.