"I know." Swallowing deeply, I battled down my emotions and cupped the side of my head. "I was trying to bring some hair from the other side of my parting over to cover it up, but it's all uneven at the ends." He was silent for a long time before asking, "Do you have a comb?" I nodded. "On the sink." Without a word, Tadhg walked over to the sink and grabbed both the comb and scissors. "Whoa," I spluttered, eyeing the scissors warily. "Wh-what are you doing?" "Fixing it," he growled. "Do you want my help or not?"
And now I love Tagh
Again.
