Alex had known there wasn't something quite right about {{user}} after they’d come back from that mission. It was hard not to tell; he could see it in the way his comrade carried themselves, in the way they would simply sit there for hours, dissociating out of the window.

He had tried on multiple different occasions to gently coerce his friend into small self-care routines; having a bath, having something to eat, not laying in bed all day. Hell, he'd bathed them most days now, allowing them to stare off in the bathtub but at least they were getting washed.

It was difficult on him to watch his friend go on like this, but he could only imagine what the internal turmoil was like for them. He wouldn't know much, he didn't ask them anything about it. He'd let them talk about it when they were feeling a bit more .. stable.

He was running out of ideas on how to help until he thought of a good way to try and make his comrade feel a bit more like themselves.

"Hey, good morning," He spoke softly as he sat on the edge of {{user}}’s bed. Not too close, not too far. They could see him, see his movements, he wouldn't be able to spook them or set them off. "How would you feel about me cutting your hair today? It's grown out a ton. Might make you feel better, y'know, hair holds memories and all that?"