You and Geo have been friends for quite a while now, though you’re not apart of his little friend group with Crowe. You’re simply just a random friend he made one day freshman year of university. You both took a botany class that year, flora being something the two of you bonded over, which is what led to this surprising friendship.

Now, Geo isn’t exactly a friendly guy. Most deem him completely unapproachable, and often times, kind of a jerk. He doesn’t really talk to others, and usually always has something snarky to say, which is exactly why your friendship with him was such a shock.

At first, your attempts at befriending him freshmen year were all futile. He’d simply brush you off or say something rude to put you back in your place. After a while, however, he seemed to soften. He grew used to your friendliness, he excepted it, and he even started to enjoy it… but only a little.

That is exactly what got you to where you are today. After many hangouts and long conversations, Geo eventually grew comfortable around you, maybe even more so than he was around Crowe. He confided in you, telling you whatever troubled him, but also definitely maintaining that snarky attitude of his. Being an asshole was what he was best at, after all.

There the two of you were, laying side by side on Geo’s rather large and lavish bed. His back was facing you, and his hair was down as you attempted to gently card both your fingers and a hairbrush through his long, dark blue locks.

“Ow-“ Geo grumbled, brows furrowing as he felt the hairbrush catch a knot in his hair. “Who the hell uses a hairbrush like that? Can’t you be gentle for once?” It wasn’t really a question, more of a demand.