Work Text:
Trim
by IrenaAdler
"I don't want you to cut it!" Don said stubbornly.
"Don," Will grumbled. "Be reasonable. It's just a trim to get rid of split ends."
"Yeah, that's what you say, then they end up cutting one side too much and have to even up the other side then back again and before you know it, you've got a crew cut."
"I had a crew cut when I was a teenager."
"See!" Don said. "You've demonstrated that your judgment in regards to your hair isn't always correct."
"I was a teenager," Will laughed. "My judgment in regards to anything usually wasn't correct."
"And who is this hairdresser anyway? Is he any good?"
"He's been cutting my hair for years."
"Maybe I better do a background check on him."
"Don!" Will said, laughing but firm. "No background checks. You can come and keep an eye on the process if you want."
"You bet I will."
"Leave your gun at home," Will warned.
Don came and watched as Will got into the chair and pieces of dark silky hair began to fall to the floor. Then Will had to banish Don from the salon because Don's glare was making the hairdresser's hands shake.