A/n: One of these days, we'll thaw out. But not today.
Oh, and I got a prompt the other day that got out of hand. It's not with these, its called Dollface. If you're a Callie fan... go read that. Bye!
"Well, that's different."
"You hate it. I know it."
"I don't hate it! It's just different."
"It's awful."
"It is not."
He was running his fingers through his new short haircut. There was a reason he kept it long and unruly.
"I just asked for a trim."
He looked so defeated.
"Deeks, it's going to grow back. It really doesn't look that bad. I kind of like it."
"You're just saying that," he pouted, sticking out his bottom lip.
"Maybe I'm not."
He tilted his head to the side. "What?"
"I've always said that you needed a haircut."
"So you didn't like my long hair?"
"I didn't say that."
He give her a glare, one that she usually gives him. Communication is key.
"I'm saying Deeks, that I don't care if your hair is stupid long or stupid short. I'm in this for a whole lot more than your hair."
He laughed. "Okay, Fern." He pressed a sensual and short kiss to her lips. "But just for the record, how do you like my hair?"
She rolled her eyes again. "I like it a little longer than this, but a little shorter than it was. But really, it's fine." She ran her fingers through it. "This could be kind of fun, you know."
He smiled. "You think?"
She grinned, and shot him a wink. "I don't think. I know."