In their roommate's defense, if this were happening to Hadley and not Dallas, he'd be seriously concerned too, but this was Dallas, and Dallas was always okay!
Still, he allowed the touching, tilting his head down a bit when their roommate held their face. Their hands felt almost cool against their hot skin, something Dallas could take brief comfort in.
“It's not so bad,” he insisted, squinting a bit as he tried to open his bloodshot eyes. By now, most of the shavings had found their way to Dallas' lashline and lacrimal caruncle from all the rubbing and furious watery blinking.