[He takes a step forward, face nervously serious, expression actually coloring.]

Will you... I mean, can you...

[Shifting his weight from foot to foot, he pauses—and points at his head.]

...cut my hair?

[?????????]

...I mentioned it in the trial, but... I understand if you wouldn't want to, anymore. I just... you're really good with stuff like that, so I'd... trust you.

[his bangs are more in his eyes than usual.]