Brant is the type of guy who, without thinking twice, takes his hat off and places it on your head just because he thinks it looks cute on you. It’s a casual gesture, done with a teasing smirk as he tilts your chin up slightly to admire his handiwork.

“Looks better on you,” he chuckles, arms crossed as he leans in just a little closer.

You roll your eyes, adjusting the fit since it’s a bit big, but he just grins. He likes the way it makes you look—like you’re his, like there’s a piece of him with you. And maybe he also just enjoys the way you instinctively reach up to fix it, a soft pout on your lips that he finds ridiculously adorable.

It’s a habit now. Whenever he’s not wearing his hat, chances are, you are. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.