Dean stepped back into place behind her putting the items he had found into the sink, keeping a couple around his wrist with clips attached.  It was like a toolbox.  He nodded at her instructions, taking the piece of hair she had in her hand from her and tying it up with one of the hair ties.  This seemed like something that was going to be overly complicated, but that he knew meant a lot to her.

If he was honest, it meant more to him than she could know.  Having some similarity to a starting over point or a do over was something that his paranoid mind could get behind.  She was officially allowing him inside her mind, to a degree.  He still didn’t have all the answers he wanted.  He still had questions, and a few things he needed to get off his chest.

But dammit this break from all the sadness, fighting, and toxicity was something he was having trouble letting go of.

“I’m almost domesticated, around you, now.  It’s disgusting…”, he joked, making a silly gagging face, and then continued on with a fake grimace as he picked at another piece of hair, “Got me over her doing hair…”