He stood in front of the mirror for ten minutes before the bathroom door opened. “Christ, Greg, I thought you’d fallen in.” He jumped a little, but his gaze barely left his own reflection.

“I’m trying to fix this.” Greg gestured to the mirror in the general area where his head was. “It just doesn’t look right.” He fluffed it to one side, made a face, then tried the other side.

“Seriously, Greg, when does it ever look right?” Sara smirked and ruffled his scalp.

“Hey!” He jerked away and instantly started fingering through his hair. “I’ve been working on that for a long time!”

“And it still doesn’t look any different.” Greg’s only response was to shoot her a glare as he continued to try and fix himself. “How long has it been since you got it cut, anyway?”

He shrugged. “Six months, I think. I haven’t really thought about it.” Greg folded his arms for a moment before running his fingers through his hair again. “It’s been a long time since I highlighted it. Maybe that would do it.”

Sara vigorously shook her head. “Please don’t. It was cute, but please, please don’t.” He made a face and reached for his can of mousse. “Well, I guess this will have to do, then.” Sara reached out and grabbed his hand before he could get a hold on it.

“Honey, enough is enough.” He jerked and swerved to try and get out of her grasp, managing to get some product in his hand before she grabbed his wrist again. “You own more hair products than I have ever used in my entire life! That is wrong on so many levels.” In an attempt to get the goop out of his hand she gave a little push. The foam flew from his hand to the side of his face. Sara couldn’t help but giggle.

Greg stood stoically for a long while. So long, in fact, Sara actually thought she was going to get away with it. Greg traced a finger down his cheek and made as if he was going to flick some of it in her general direction. When she flinched and ducked out of the way he turned and tackled her in a big bear hug, smearing his cheek in her hair. He immediately started laughing, and running his fingers through her now product-filled hair.

“See, it’s not so bad! You could use a little styling every now and then, it makes you look so vibrant!”

She made a face that was so disgusted human decomp should have been in her hair. “Now I have to go shower. This is just vile.”

“It’s mousse!” Greg laughed as she pushed him out of the bathroom and slammed the door. “You’re such a wimp.” He started walking back to the bedroom when she stuck her head out of the door.

“You know people think you’re queer for all your hair crap, right?”

“Just because I take care of my hair…”

“You don’t just take care of it, Greg. You style it. You go to salons and get mousse and gel and pomade and three different shampoos and conditioners…”

“It takes work to make myself look this good!”

Her eyes narrowed to not only glare, but focus intently on his face. She stood up, and with total deadpan replied, “You really need a haircut.”

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