Dean sniggered with her when she joked, “I have a clean and innocent mind…”

He stepped up behind her and watched every step she made as she mixed hair dye. He had no idea about these things, but he had never really been with women long enough to learn about them. As he watched her intently, zoning out, he jumped a bit when she asked him to help her out.

“Yeah! Anything!” He quickly said before realizing she was asking for something to put her hair up with. He dug through a couple of drawers, rummaging and feeling almost like was intruding, before coming up with a hand full of hair ties and a few things that looked like clips, “These? Do you need help putting it up?”

He had a soft and proud smile on his face from finding the items, and laughed a bit over how innocent this moment seemed.