<strong>Name:</strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Elena<br/><br/>He would be gone for a few minutes, doing exactly as he said he would. Then, he'd wander off to clean his hands again;  so, he was a little obsessive compulsive about that.   It was more so something he did when stressed than on a frequent basis, though, and in truth, as strong of a front he might be showing, the whole thing was a bit anxiety-inducing. What if he failed her?<br/><br/>Still, he resolves not to let her see that he has any doubt at all. That sort of solidness has served him well in the past,  and it should keep working.  He finds his way back into the room, and watches her struggle with the hair for a moment,<strong>"Hang on."</strong>He'd say, before leaving the room again. A quick trip to the bathroom closet, and he comes back with a small brush; it was meant for someone with a moderate amount of her hair, unlike her own, long hair, but he figured it would better for her than nothing. He would offer it to her wordlessly, looking somewhat lost in thought.