Why some people insisted on going where the fighting was thickest was always interesting to observe. Perhaps they were just built differently, made of sterner stuff than he was.
Cinna was okay with that.
"I do." He smiled as he picked up the spray bottle. "Like you, it's not the life I imagined for myself, but it's an improvement." A few spritzes and Dean's hair was slick with damp, a few beads of moisture clinging to the tips, easily combed out. "Is there a specific look you're going for or do I have free rein? Because I do have some ideas..."