Harvey was surprised that you wanted him to help you dye your hair. He had never dyed hair, but he was going to agree for you. You mattered desperately to him so he was going to help you in anyway he could. Even if it meant just dyeing your hair. He just had to learn.

Both of you were now stationed in your bathroom. The box of hair dye supplies had been opened and was now sitting on the counter with the actual equipment laid on the bathroom counter. Harvey narrowed his eyes as he read the box. He was scanning through what he was supposed to do to help dye your hair. He really didn’t want to mess up your hair. He was on a mission to perfect your request.

“Now,” Harvey started, chucking quietly, “how do I do this? I haven’t dyed anyone’s hair before. You’ll have to lead me through this— if you’d like.”