It took a while to get Joel to agree to this, even though he needed it. He kept carrying on about it being “unnecessary,” but watching his dirty beard dip into the soup that you also had to eat was beginning to disgust you to an unfathomable degree.

He groaned as he sat down in the old metal folding chair, his joints creaking at the movement. “Just… don’t make me bald.” He sighed, realizing you were in fact gonna do this.