You wouldn't know cute if it fucking came up and bit you in the ass.

[she's always ready to be bothered by her boyfriend, even when she puts forth the assertion that she's completely not. even though she turns to fix him with a gaze as petulant as the one she was leveling at her reflection, it's easy to tell that she's happy to see him.

after all, she immediately accepts his offer and even gently shoves the offending comb into his hands. Hazel's got a good excuse lined up, but deep down she knows he can see through it.]

And it's your fault this is even a problem in the first place, of course you're gonna fix it.

[it's easier to say that than a simple 'yes' and certainly safer than admitting she likes the feeling of his hands in her hair.]