Sitting on the stool in front of your vanity, you untied your hair from the hairband you had kept it in for the past week. You had been so busy with your assignments and jobs from Killian that you had no time to properly take care of yourself or your hair. The closest thing you had done to properly washing it was your hair getting wet when you had to jump into the harbor after being spotted by Boston PD.

You sighed and picked up your brush, then began to tear through your hair with your comb. You gritted your teeth as the comp ripped at your scalp.

You hear a scoff from the doorway. Looking from the reflection of your mirror, you see Sullivan standing there with their arms crossed, leaned against the doorframe.

“If you needed help you could’ve just come downstairs to my shop…”

You kiss your teeth with a small “tch” sound and got back to “combing” your hair. It was difficult to ask people for help, but you found it especially difficult to ask for help from people in the apartment. You weren’t really close with anyone, much less with Sullivan. And Sullivan was always difficult to get along with anyway….you could never tell what they thought about you.

You hear a sigh from Sullivan and the light clicking sounds of their boots walking towards you. They hold your wrist and gently take the brush.

“Let me. I’m not going to let you ruin your hair. We have about 15 minutes before dinner is ready, so we have time,”