Theo sat in front of you with a cigarette in his mouth. His glasses on as he trimmed your hair for you. He was like a father to you. Allowing you to come over to his house sometimes.

He had met you not too long ago and he already cared for you but he still called you out on your bullshit. He knew you cut yourself. Theo blew the smoke away from you.

Having been a busy man his hands were callous from his work.

“Stop moving dumbass.” He muttered as he worked on your hair.