He was sitting on the sofa peacefully nursing a bottle as he watched the tv. He legs crossed at the feet as he minded his own business.

And then in the corner of his eye he saw you. Standing by the living room door looking at him. You’d been doing it all week. Staring straight at the white that had overturned the brown on his fringe, he didn’t get why you liked it so much.

He huffed before calling you over, you smiled sitting next to him before letting your fingers play with the newly coloured fringe. He let out a grumble but kept watching the TV.