Galen wants to tell her not to worry about the mention of hospital stuff - come on, he's not fragile - but she changes the subject quickly enough. Then he's grinning slowly, imagining the burn and imagining the colour draining out of his hair, taking all the weight of dread with it, like it's leaking out of his brain. It can be a fresh start, at least for a little while. And on top of that, it could be fun.

"I think that's... definitely worth checking out." He grins. "As long as you're not talking industrial bleach."