DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'LL FIND ONE OF THOSE. The automated voice doesn't do much for the kind of irony that Wes hopes to convey, but he gives the other man a toothy smile to bolster the point. Music or not, one suits him just as well as the other, but a few early patrons let him know that the quiet in the shop was unnerving. Even in a town where too much happens all at once, it seems there aren't a lot of people who can easily endure nothing more than the sound of water in the pipes and footsteps shuffling on the floor.
Wes notes the change but doesn't ask. He's found that the candle can be deployed almost like a weapon. Not at all what he intended, but it takes some time for the scent to rise and the comfort to set in. The longer it burns the more that sense of longing will ease into relaxation, but for some it's a harder road to get there. He grabs the cape he made for himself out of the remnants of an old camping tent and clips it around Neal's neck, then stands behind him in the mirror.
Piecing his fingers through, Wes pinches the strands and estimates a more appropriate length, tipping his chin and raising his eyebrows for Neal's approval. He pulls the strands over his ears, then thoughtfully taps his thumb against the curve of the man's jaw.
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Wes notes the change but doesn't ask. He's found that the candle can be deployed almost like a weapon. Not at all what he intended, but it takes some time for the scent to rise and the comfort to set in. The longer it burns the more that sense of longing will ease into relaxation, but for some it's a harder road to get there. He grabs the cape he made for himself out of the remnants of an old camping tent and clips it around Neal's neck, then stands behind him in the mirror.
Piecing his fingers through, Wes pinches the strands and estimates a more appropriate length, tipping his chin and raising his eyebrows for Neal's approval. He pulls the strands over his ears, then thoughtfully taps his thumb against the curve of the man's jaw.
WANT A SHAVE TOO?