Jason couldn’t stop staring at their hair as they dyed it. He had come over to their house earlier, where his partner had said they were going to dye it. So, now he was standing behind them, opting to stay, and observing the process, as they look in the bathroom mirror and spread bleach across their hair with the brush. It was a bit messy.

“Hm.” He murmurs, trying not to, but seeming interested. He wraps his arms around his lover's waist, his eyes never leaving their hair. “Doesn’t it burn?” He questions quietly with a frown, trying and failing, to hide his slight concern.