i don't mind compassion
He raises an eyebrow at her, looking down at her as she meets his gaze. "Would be lying if I said no." It's the closest thing to a yes she's going to get. He smooths his hand over the top of her head before stepping back to clean up the hair on the floor. He's thinking, about what to do next, about how he feels. Cleaning focuses him but he's done all too quickly, dumping the last of the hair in the bin before turning back to her.
"Now what? Can lay down and talk if you want. Or just rest. You should rest. Do you want tea? I can make tea." He's getting nervous. Words aren't his strong suit and he's talking again. But she was just crying and he just cut all of her hair off and things are too intimate and-- He inhales slowly before exhaling. It's fine. They're just.. whatever they are. Friends? Maybe. But nothing more than that
"Now what? Can lay down and talk if you want. Or just rest. You should rest. Do you want tea? I can make tea." He's getting nervous. Words aren't his strong suit and he's talking again. But she was just crying and he just cut all of her hair off and things are too intimate and-- He inhales slowly before exhaling. It's fine. They're just.. whatever they are. Friends? Maybe. But nothing more than that
just not on my dime
LOCKE
