Letting Callan wash his hair was a strange experience. He was a child the last time someone else washed his hair for him, not that he found it unpleasant. Callan was gentle and precise in this task, probably would have been better not bent awkwardly over the sink, but oh well. Elliot reached up moving hair and towel back out of his eyes as he turned to look at Callan.<br/><br/>"mmm... I forgot and tried to stand on it," He admitted, leaning back against the counter and reaching up to dry his dripping hair while Callan stepped away to grab him a wash cloth. It probably wouldn't be hurting if he hadn't tried to stand, but as it stood now, it did kind of hurt. He almost felt bad, sure he was going to give Callan a complex.