Dal should’ve taken better care of his hair. He acknowledged that. All that bleaching and coloring he did on his own definitely hadn’t been good for it. Neither had the heat of the hair dryer and flat iron. And he’d done little to protect it. It’s not like johns cared much how his hair felt. They weren’t prone to noticing the frayed ends or complaining about its lack of softness. Little did he know that his poor eating habits contributed to his hair being brittle, too.

“Okay,” Dal agreed. At least he could begin taking better care of his hair now. Among other things.

But his focus sharpened when Gabriel started explaining his routine. That he did any work at all on his facial hair without a mirror was downright amazing to Dal. It showed in the way his eyes slightly widened and intently followed where Gabriel gestured when he pointed to the trimmer.

“Show me?”