[ Pulling back, she wipes a hand beneath her glasses and across her eyes. ]
Well. I suppose that's it, then.
[ Fumbling about for the scissors, she turns the handles out for him to grasp - a silent request for him to finish the last of her hair, as she's become too much of a mess to do it properly herself. ]
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Well. I suppose that's it, then.
[ Fumbling about for the scissors, she turns the handles out for him to grasp - a silent request for him to finish the last of her hair, as she's become too much of a mess to do it properly herself. ]
I'm yours 'til the end.