“Dios mío.. what have you been doing all day?” Chuckled Javier as he swept the ebony hair brush through your hair. “Did Dutch tell you to run through a hedge backwards?” He joked.

Javier would never admit this to you, but he loved when you asked him to help with your hair. There was something soothing about your presence. Something so calming.

“You ever thought about brushing mine?” He asked, somewhat jokingly but with a sense of sincerity.