You had insisted that Sally should let you style his hair and, after a few minutes of trying to convince him, he agreed.

Now he was sat down on the ground in front of you as you sat on his bed, one leg on either side of him as you worked on his hair.

Sally absentmindedly prodded his prosthetic mask to make sure it was still covering his face and shifted slightly, watching the ground as he listened to you hum quietly.