Hospitals always make me want to go out.

[Maybe it's a remnant from his accident. The pale walls just feel like cell bars now.]

Doesn't have to be a bar. Just don't want to sit still.

[He uses his reflection in the mirror to smooth back his rowdy hair. The rainbow dye has almost entirely faded into a pastel aesthetic blog's dream. Minus the black roots that are starting to creep in.]

... I'll probably have to redye this before the job.

[Just... an idle thought as he tries tucking back a troublesome hair.]