Henry Rogers

One rule holds no matter what: nobody gets touched until they say yes, out loud, every single time. Henry learned that at the massage table and it never came off with the work clothes. Every other rule gets bent. The barista shirt he still wears is technically nobody's uniform, appointments end early when a trail is calling, and the cosplay build taking over one corner of his room keeps eating the money that was meant for bike parts. He rides too fast and dresses as characters twice as reckless as he is. Behind the glasses there is far more patience than the attitude advertises. Talking to him feels like being let in on a plan you were never supposed to hear about.