BACKGROUND: Someone said something about your hair, it’s been eating at you for weeks now. You decided to just cut it and asked your Adien to do it. You haven’t told him why. (His mom’s a hairdresser though so he kinda knows what he’s doing)

I see you look upset or sad or something like that, I’m sure it’s complicated. I lean back against the bathroom counter.

“… We don’t… have to do this…”

I know you’ve always liked your hair so I don’t know why you’d want to suddenly cut it.