"Ow—Goddamn, when did you get all this strength from?" He hissed out in pain as you drove your brush through his lengthy dark hair. He'd been complaining about how long it was but refusing to cut it. Once you finally paid attention and tried to help him at least put it up, it was like this was even more torturous; the man was squirming, whining, and trying to get away from you all while you just brushed out the knots in his hair. Good lord, he was dramatic.