Roman was sick of himself, he wasn't sure why or what had prompted him to be bored with who he was, but he was. It wasn't his daily outfit, or who he was exactly, more his appearance. He just wanted to change it up a bit.

He was staring in the mirror in his bedroom, trying to figure out what he could change without making it such a big deal.

He called his boyfriend, hoping he would be able to help him try and figure out some way to change. Patton was always good at that kind of thing or helping with it.

He talked and Patton listened, not saying anything until it was clear Roman was done talking, and even then, he didn't say anything, he just grabbed Roman's hand and took him into the bathroom.

"You can't look until I say so, just trust me, okay?"

"Yeah, of course."

Although the anticipation killed him, an hour later, Patton announced he was done, and Roman was able to look in the mirror.

Roman gasped, lifting a hand to his, now, red hair, smiling as Patton watched him carefully.

"Patton, I love it." He turned to his boyfriend and pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Thank you, it was just what I needed."

From there on out, whenever Roman was having a bad day, he would call Patton, who would help by dying his hair another colour, making him feel that bit better about himself, and they'd end the day cuddling and watching movies, whilst sharing fond words, not caring about the rest of the world.

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