"I can't recall exactly when it was you got quite so complimentary, but I'm certainly not complaining. Though I will say that what isn't 'bad' for me pales in comparison to the same in you."
He stilled when she began cutting his hair, knowing she was nervous and not wanting to make it more difficult for her. Of course, this wasn't easy with her fingers constantly moving through it, and by his scalp. Without really thinking about it his eyes slid shut. He liked that as the minutes slowly crept by, they didn't have to fill the silence. It felt natural, right. A calm moment for them both to enjoy after a lifetime without any.