His old self didn’t smoke cigars. But then his old self had two inch long curls and wore sleeveless shirts with cargo shorts. He wasn’t his old self anymore. He was is big Brother’s now. And watching the other man relax into the soft leather armchair he couldn’t image it ever being any other way.
He knew it was what he wanted, needed, but when he felt the clippers cutting away his hair it hit him just how much becoming a member of Coach’s Team was going to change him, and he wanted the Team Captain to go faster.