LOCKE
She's always been too accepting of him and some part of him aches to throw her off, to berate her for not hating him. But her hands cover his and he has no choice but to give in. Locke huffs softly, "Yeah. Sure. If you think it will help." He shifts, untangling their hands and pulling out the small dagger he keeps with him.
He drops it into the sand next to him before pulling away from her. He's not sure why but touching her while he does this feels kind of wrong in some way. And maybe he just needs to stop touching her in general. He bends down, picking up the dagger, a pause and he ties off a bit of his hair. He needs a cut anyway, right? Locke cuts just below the tie and holds it out to her. 'Thought about givin' you a whisker but figured this would work better." Is his hair uneven now? Sure. But it's fine. He doesn't have anyone to impress.
He drops it into the sand next to him before pulling away from her. He's not sure why but touching her while he does this feels kind of wrong in some way. And maybe he just needs to stop touching her in general. He bends down, picking up the dagger, a pause and he ties off a bit of his hair. He needs a cut anyway, right? Locke cuts just below the tie and holds it out to her. 'Thought about givin' you a whisker but figured this would work better." Is his hair uneven now? Sure. But it's fine. He doesn't have anyone to impress.
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
