"you sit up in bed as if you saw a ghost or something in a cold sweat." He turned in place and faced Simon. "We both know that the moment you try and go back to sleep the nightmare continues." He ignored the last bit, mostly because he honestly didn't know why he cared. It wasn't like Simon had done him any favors but he had grown to enjoy his company, at least in the last recent days.
Wearily and without any venom behind it, Simon said, “I am fine. I survived without your concern for God knows how many years. I think I can get by. I’m a big boy.”
Raz sighed softly and nodded, "you're right. But if you do want to talk about anything, I'm.willing to listen." He said softly with a slight smile. "I'll see you in the morning."
Simon didn't say anything, getting up and going to the kitchen. He ran hot water in the sink and held his hands under the water for as long as he could stand it, then let his hands cool off and repeated this until his hands hurt too much to do it again. Then he pulled his hands into his sleeves and returned to bed, laying on his back, not even trying to go back to sleep.
Raz didn't sleep very much either, worry about the next day as well as about Simon's sudden changes in mood. He had assumed the other had gone to the bathroom to freshen up and to shake himself from the bad dream. After a while, he got out of bed and walked to the living room, needing to do something other than lay with his thoughts
At seven o’clock exactly, Simon got out of bed, changed into khakis and a grey sweater and went to the bathroom to attempt to comb his hair. Eventually the comb got stuck in his hair and he stood in front of the mirror trying to weasel it out. Giving up, he went into the living room and said, “Um. Razielle. I need- I need help with something.”
Raz had stayed in the living room for the majority of the morning, napping occasionally when he could read or just watching the stillness of the city outside the window. Raz glanced up and tried his best not to laugh as he patted the spot beside him. "What did you do?" He asked
“Tried to fix my hair. It didn’t work. Obviously.” He flopped down next to Razielle. “It’s so tangled. How the hell did it get like this?” he complained, frowning.
Raz codnt help but chuckle as he knelt on the couch, trying his best to pull out the comb. Figuring Simon didn't want to go bald, he decided to slowly pull out a few strands of hair at a time. "Does this happen often?" He asked curiously "I can't imagine you leaving the house with a comb stick in your hair."
Simon glared at nothing in particular. In a surly tone, he said. “It happens all the fucking time. I had to cut my hair more than a few times.”
"that can't be a great look." Raz noted with a laugh as he gently pulled out strands of hair from the mess. He glanced away for a moment, debating on what to say next. He wanted to bring up the dream again but didn't want to push Dimon to his limit. Instead, he said "are you ready to go back today?"
“Back?” he asked distractedly. He was more expecting Razielle to just yank the comb out of his hair, instead of being so gentle.
Raz nodded "yeah, to heaven. It might not be permanent but it'll be different than before. And probably ly for longer depending on how much time we'll need to spend looking in the archives." He explained, finally managing to get the comb out.
“I’m-I guess I don’t really feel all that strongly about it.” Simon began trying to untangle his hair with his fingers. “I mean, I don’t not care.”
"that's surprising, considering you were so adament about returning before." He mused with a shrug. He swatted Simons hands away and tilted his head down so that he could detangled the end of his hair with the comb
“Emotions change, especially mine.” Simon said. He made a spluttering sound of protest when Razielle began combing his hair. “You don’t have to do that,” he said ducking out of Razielle’s reach.
"I've noticed." Raz muttered, sighing softly and looking at Simon with a pointed glance. "You're gonna get this stuck again." He warned, waving the comb around.
“That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? Pulling a comb out of my flowing locks?” He frowned, but sat still and let Raz have his way with his hair.
"unfortunately, hair stylist isn't part of my job description. And flowing is not a word I'd use right now, more like potential bird nest." He snickered and tilted Simon's head back down to begin combing through Simon's hair again, using both the comb and his fingers to better feel where any snags were
"It isn't funny. I had no reason to brush my hair until now. Minimal effort. And I rarely even get it cut." He screwed up his face and added as an afterthought, "Professionally, at least." On instinct, he kept ducking out of Razielle's reach. "Sorry! Sorry."
shRaz ook his head and sighed "you do know they wont care what we look like, right?" He said, pausing every so often when Simon ducked or flinched away. "It's alright, it's a good thing we have time before we have to leave." He tilted Simon's head back and combed all his hair back just in case he missed any tangles. "There, should be alright now."
"I thought I would make an effort anyway. And thank you." Looking at himself in the mirror, he made a face. "Jesus Christ. It's so long. What- what do I do with it?" He pushed it back, out of his eyes. "Man. I look like those teenagers online who have fluffy hair in their eyes. Fucking hell." He began digging around in the drawers in the bathroom, emerging triumphantly with a hair tie. "I wonder whose this is." He tied his hair back, frowning at the ponytail. "This sucks."
Raz glared at Simon "hey, fluffy hair is no joke." He sighed softly and got up, "is it bad to bring up the abrochrombie model again? Cuz you're definately pulling off the look now." He chuckled lightly and shook his head, I can cut it later if you want, I'm not that good at it but it should be fine." He offered, running a hand through his own hair resting back on the couch
“Hmmm. I don’t know yet. And you definitely do not get to bring up that model shit again. I’m a skinny twink, not a model.” He scrutinized himself in the mirror for a moment then pulled the hair tie out. Then he grabbed a bottle of Dr. Pepper from the fridge and his keys from the counter, shoving his feet into his shoes.
"some would beg to differ." Raz muttered under his breath, huffing a small laugh when Simon pulled out the hairtie, causing his to fluff. "Where you going?" He asked, covering his mouth as he yawned. "Do you want me to make breakfast when you get back?"