you’d found yourself staring at price more than usual. Something seemed off, and it took a while for you to realize. He needed a trim.

he’d noticed himself, often running a hand through his mustache whilst looking in the mirror. When he finally had time to trim, he hadn’t expected you to ask to help.

you were sat on the counter, legs spread to allow the hair to fall into the sink as you shaved his face. His cheeks were a very subtle pink. He gave a smile.

“Thank you sweetheart…”