"This shouldn't set a precedent. Things like this don't happen every day." Nadia reached out and playfully ruffled Harris' hair as if he were an overgrown pup in need of reassurance.
"That was just some brainwashed troll under Brett's thumb. They came here to throw a tantrum. Look at me. I'm standing right in front of you, completely fine. Not a scratch!" Nadia waved her hands theatrically. "Harris, if you let this get to you and end up traumatized, I'll carry the guilt forever!"
With a dramatic flourish, she waved her hand in front of him, emphasizing her lack of injuries.
Harris's lips finally curved into a faint smile. He picked up the hairdryer and guided her gently into the chair. "All right, I'll listen to you and let it go. Now sit still. I'll dry your hair."
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