i don't mind compassion
He makes a little noise, moving behind her because she's basically said it's okay, right? "Guess so. Don't know what I'll have you do. Maybe just keep it on the back burner." He probably won't cash it in. This feels less like a favor and more like.. He's not sure. It's nice to be taking care of someone rather than robbing them though. He picks up her brush, and starts to work through what he can of the ends. He goes slowly, taking his time to be gentle.
It's like brushing his little sisters' hair again except they didn't usually have tar stuck in their hair. It's a mostly soothing action as he works out what he can of the tangles. Once he's satisfied, he leans over her shoulder, looking at her through the mirror, "Last chance to stop me." He wants her to say it, clearly. More than just resignation. "Can always go to a proper barber.. Not sure who is open with the monsoons but m'sure you could find someone."
It's like brushing his little sisters' hair again except they didn't usually have tar stuck in their hair. It's a mostly soothing action as he works out what he can of the tangles. Once he's satisfied, he leans over her shoulder, looking at her through the mirror, "Last chance to stop me." He wants her to say it, clearly. More than just resignation. "Can always go to a proper barber.. Not sure who is open with the monsoons but m'sure you could find someone."
just not on my dime
LOCKE
