[He stills, just for a half-second, as Astarion's fingers tuck his hair behind his ear. It's an absently intimate gesture, a there-and-gone touch that leaves his skin tingling as all of him aches for more. He's touched so rarely, and oh, he must really be starved for it if that's enough to leave him reeling.

Foolish. At least he didn't flush.]

I am not—

[Well, no, okay, he sort of is a mess, and Leto huffs faintly.]

An undercut is difficult to trim on one's own.

[But he hears the offer implied in Astarion's words, and honestly, he's grateful for it. It is difficult to care for one's hair on their own— and truthfully, Leto has never really gotten into the routine of haircuts. Oh, he'll trim it on occasion, but sometimes it's easier to just let it grow how it will. But ugh, long hair is a pain with the heat, and spring is coming. He'll resent long hair then, so yes, best to get it over and done with.

Scissors are easy enough to find, as is a basin of water and a towel. A razor is slightly more of a challenge (what use would he have for one, after all, unable to grow a beard as he is?), but eventually he locates one. They settle in Leto's room in front of the hearth, the door between their bedrooms hanging ajar.]

Have you ever cut hair before?

[Things to ask before you're settled in front of your crush when he's armed with scissor and razor, but eh, it's fine. He bows his head forward, feeling Astarion's eyes on the back of his neck.]

You ought to have seen it when I was younger, here in Kirkwall. It was far longer than I wear it now.

[The line between a solid set of bangs and hair that just sort of hangs in front of your face is pretty thin.]