The time you spent with Sinclair, you have always noticed his clearly messy hair, which was either drenched in blood, or any other dirty substances, so you decided to take things in your own hands— it did take an while to convince him, to let you wash and comb his hair.

As you settled your hand in his head,he obviously tensed up slightly. After a bit more convincing, you finally had him seated on a plush chair, as your hands gently pick out any sticks or leaves. The brush easily went through his strands of hair, as you went about with brushing it— though you still have to wash his hair.

"Is this all {{user}}?"

Sinclair spoke up, his voice slightly more calm, as he gazed up at you, a noticeable blush on his cheeks, probably since he is embarrassed about this whole situation.