[ That's fine. He's solid. Solid enough, anyway. He's okay though, you can touch him. He likes knowing that you're solid too. ] Okay. All of it then. You're gonna look like a punk rock model, high cheekbones and a tight buzz and just enough lithe movement to set off a spark in anyone who gets too close to the tender tinder. [ What even man just keep talking. Or don't. Actually probably don't, but like that's going to stop him. ] Just, uh. Sit still. Actually get it wet again, it seems a little damp. Dry. It only seems damp.

[ As for that, he shrugs a bit. ] Whatever you want. I know it's not all yours; some of it's a different blood type. [ I mean. Don't read too far into that one, Max. Just keep going. ] Maybe after I cut this hair off, so you have less to double-clean.