Dio didn't speak anymore, fiddling with his fingers and pushing up the sleeves of his nightshirt to get at his wrists.
Louis placed a stretchy ribbon in his hands, his own hair wasn't long enough to be held up but he had lots of scrunchies and hair ties in different colors just for Dio. It also helped that the stretchy hair ties helped to distract him from scratching his wrists, it was quite versatile.
He effortlessly gathered Dio's hair in a low ponytail, a skill that came from years of doing it.
Dio's hair was long the first time they met, they were just four years old at the time. His hair had been horribly matted and tangled and when Louis took him to his mother, his mother had been horrified and had to have it all chopped off.
His hair grew fast though and the length grew on Louis so whenever it was time for a haircut, Louis asked for a trim for Dio and it had been that way ever since.
"Do you want to go to bed now?" Louis asked, getting up to return the silver comb.
