Don snapped out from his daydream and shook his head. He splashed his face with tap water and took the med kit from the medicine cabinet. 

He applied the first aid kit to Mallory and finished sanitizing his wounds and bruises. Mallory seems to be very silent, which is quite understandable why. He kneeled near the bed to match Mallory's eye level. He smiled slightly and held his hands gently. "Do you need anything? Anything at all?"

"I don't think so."

"Good. It's a good thing your concert is still next month, huh?"

"Uh-huh."

A phone vibrated on Mallory's pockets. He grabbed it as Don laid down the bed with him and made a funny satisfied noise as he comfortably lays his head down the pillow. "Aagh.. I missed my bed" 

Don smirked as he darted his eyes to Mallory's hair, planning to jokingly pull Mallory's hair. His smirk quickly faded as Mallory felt self-conscious from his butchered hair. 

"They really had cut my hair.. Those motherfuckers."

"Yeah. I missed having to be reminded of Dora the Explorer when I look at it." 

Don childishly laughed loudly as Mallory slapped his shoulders. "Really? Dora?"

"Your hair had the same length!" 

Mallory crossed his arms and asked seriously."Do you think I should cut my hair, you know.. Much shorter?"

"Of course."

"Won't I look bad?" 

Don smiled. "When did you ever look bad to me?"

Mallory rolled his eyes and smiled back mockingly. "aren't you a sly charmer?" 

Don winked as a response, then held his head up with his hand and elbow. "Well, it's the truth though." 

Mallory tries not to smile and show an unimpressed face, failing  miserably. He covered his face with his hands. He then smacked Don with the pillows, startling Don and making him topple down the floor ungracefully with a loud thud. 

"You okay?" 

".. Uh, I'm dead." Don groaned at the carpet. 

"Sure." 

Don climbed up and jumped at Mallory, hugging him tight as the other giggled loudly. As Don bit Mallory's ear playfully, the land-line phone rang. Don picked it up and made an apologetic face. After the quick conversation ended he turned off the lights despite Mallory's protest. "The other room was complaining at our noise. We should sleep." 

"What a bunch of killjoys." 

"Don't complain, Dora." 

Don felt an angry glare from Mallory, dismissing it. Mallory spoke up one more time before he closed his eyes. "You look like the kid in the Alaska Milk can." 

Don halted and responded with vigorous denial. "What? How could you say that, I do not!"

"You do." Mallory muttered tiredly. 

"Take that back!"

"It's the truth, Vasco. Go to sleep."

"How could I sleep from just what you said?"

"That's what you get for calling me Dora"

A brief moment of silence came. It then gets ruined by Don's silly whispers, as if he was a kid. 

"I love you." 

"I know. Love you too. Go the fuck to sleep." Mallory grunted. 

Don just laughed. He squirmed and dug his nose at Mallory's neck and hair.

Mallory turned his head, Don was already snoring softly, burying his face in his pillow. Mallory followed shortly after. 

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Finally, they have come to the barber shop. 

A sound of old-fashioned music emerged as they opened the door. A Vinyl player sits on the shelf near the young receptionist, who is silently flipping the page in her fashion magazine. 

Mallory examined the Salon's interior. The customer's chairs are mustard yellow, while the walls and cabinet are dark brown. Some images of unfamiliar, presumably famous  jazz musicians framed above the sofa for waiting guests. 

A bearded fat and jolly barber approached them and greeted at them energetically,

"Don! Ho ho, Checking in for a haircut? Everybody else in this hotel so busy for work, I am getting bored to death! Say Hi to Camille!" 

Camille waved her hand flirtatiously at Don. Mallory glared at her, which made her hide in her fashion magazine. Don cleared his throat and cupped his hands together. "Non Merci, Boris. I would like you to help with my close friend here with his haircut. Mal, meet Boris. Boris, meet Mallory." 

Boris grinned warmly to Mallory,"Oh hello there, son! I don't think I've seen you before!" He goes near the barber chair and beckoned. "Come seat!" 

Mallory sat down and glimpsed at Don, who was laying down comfortably on the sofa. "Oh, I'm not going anywhere." Don said facetiously. 

"What kind of cut would you like, bucko?" Boris chirped. 

"The Cesar, please."

Mallory returned his eyes unto the mirror in front of him and took off his beanie.Boris became surprised in the sight of his customer's hair. "What happened to your hair?" 

"Long story--" 

Don interjected for Mallory. "There was a hostile group the same from the news."

"Those ones who were beating those poor innocent kids?" 

The barber shook his head with disdain. "Fuck those guys". 

Mallory chuckled amusedly. Boris gestured his hands angrily as he stated his reasons. "They all say I know what God thinks, but they don't! I am a Christian, you guys, but all they do is use the Bible to fuel their personal agendas. A true Christian is like Mr. Rogers! Be a neighbor, damnit!"

"Amen!" Don exclaimed. 

"Does Boris know his friend Don is a.. Nevermind, Boris was really nice, everyone would love to be his friend." Mallory thought. 

Boris grabbed his scissors and snipped all around his head cautiously. "So. I have heard about you, Mallory." 

"Is that so?" 

"My youngest listens to your music. He's a huge fan."

Mallory smiled politely. "Oh. Tell him I said hi." 

"I absolutely would. He would freak out though, hahaha!" The barber guffawed before he took the razor. 

Their pleasant and friendly conversation goes on until an hour has passed. The two guests bid their farewells, right after the barber took a picture with Mallory to show to his youngest child.

Don questioned Mallory as he pressed the elevator button. "How was it?" 

"He is really nice. Does he know you're a demon?" 

"Hey, don't use that word on me. I prefer the term Agent of the neither regions. I am still human. Well, Partially."

Mallory raised a brow and shrugged. "To answer your question… No, he doesn't need to know." 

The elevator door opened. As Don turned his head to the elevator, his perpetual smile dropped and glared at the man in front of him.