roll my eyes, though he’s not wrong. He’s got his hair back in that damn bun again. The long hair makes him look just a little less perfect. Like it’s his one fuck-you to the world. Only Brooks doesn’t think like me, so he probably doesn’t keep his hair long to spite anyone. He’s Brooks. Good-Boy Brooks. Saint Brooks. Always polite and respectful. Holding doors and making room for others. He probably says thank you when he comes.
