"Got the best looking hair in this whole damn place," he breathes out, clearly enjoying that punch he gave to Tommy. He wonders if that's how he looked, helpless under the Mind Flayer's influence, but the thought is gone in the wake of his fist connecting again.

And again. And again.

Then he lets go, finally snagging the bit of wood he had come over to apparently grab.

"Thanks for the art therapy. Red looks good on you," comes his own snark, tossing the piece at Tommy as he backs off from the other at last.