Noah nodded, humming an affirmation and agreement to liking her natural hair color. It was nice to have her there clinging to him for warmth against the wind, enough to bury her face into his skin. He sorely missed it, even though it hadn't been that long since they were last like this. The night of their fight they had kissed in an immensely intimate way, his game with her having come to an end and him conceding because of how she was sulking about not getting a kiss of his. She had her moments of adorableness when around him.

He made a face when she said the dye couldn't really be gotten out. It had to be either be whitened and then dyed over in her natural color or grown and then cut out. From the summer he met her and to now her hair had grown to a point he really did enjoy it at. He didn't want her to cut it, knowing it take just as long for it regrow to this point once again.

“I don't... mind it,” he said hesitantly, partly lying with a face that showed as much. “If you like it, it doesn't matter what I think. You're pretty to me regardless, so maybe we should just cut it all off and you can start over.” Noah was joking about balding her, but the image was funny in his imaginative mind.

“Maybe you should just color mine then we can cut it off together,” he suggested in the same breath.