( It takes Adam a second longer than it usually would for him to realise something's wrong. In his defence, he's only just woken up. But in between humming in response and washing his hands, an awareness of it comes to him. He stills, gaze heavy on Ronan's bowed head, his shoulders. He has to fight the urge to reach out and touch, instinct demanding physical contact. )
Oh.
( From the little bits he could gleam of the Ronan from before, he knows that this is a lot bigger than a haircut. Most things are for Ronan, when it comes to the matter of self and memory. So Adam does his best to try and work his way through it, leaning back against the sink. )
Well, you don't have to, if you don't want to. ( He thinks that's important to say. Ronan cuts his hair to make a point, but maybe that point has been lost along the way. ) But you also don't have to let it grow.
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Oh.
( From the little bits he could gleam of the Ronan from before, he knows that this is a lot bigger than a haircut. Most things are for Ronan, when it comes to the matter of self and memory. So Adam does his best to try and work his way through it, leaning back against the sink. )
Well, you don't have to, if you don't want to. ( He thinks that's important to say. Ronan cuts his hair to make a point, but maybe that point has been lost along the way. ) But you also don't have to let it grow.