“What do you think?”
Nursey looks up. Dex leans around the door, one hand again the frame, the other tucked into his pocket. Nursey takes him in, top to toe. The shoes are the same, the same worn grey suede New Balances Dex has had for three years. Dex’s jeans are ripped at both knees. His flannel shirt is partially unbuttoned. He looks so warm that Nursey wants to unbutton the rest of his shirt and crawl inside it with him.
His hair–his hair is wildly different. Dex has gone ahead and gotten the Samwell chop.
It makes him took like a sexy rooster.