He'd groan at Roland usually, if this were about anything else. Sorta kinda maybe still wants to, but instead he thinks about what he says. Kicking up a foot against the edge of the table, his knee squeezed in close to his face.

"I...don't know if I want it long." It comes out difficult, unsure of how sincerely to answer the suggestion. Quiet for a pause before he goes on. "I just want it to go to its original colour, is all. See what it looks like. It's been a while."

And he doesn't know what he'd look with long hair anyway. It makes him think of his dad, and that's a reference he's keeping deliberately out of this conversation: Why he wanted the change in the first place, why his feelings have changed.

(Also, it's not that deep. It's just hair! There's no bigger deal to it.)

"Why don't we ask if Inigo wants to try a different colour?" For also a different subject for this topic. "The good stuff lasts for a year or two. All you have to do is apply it. You can get any colour that you want."

Easy!