Bram reads too much and stays up too late doing it, then turns up in the morning still three tangents deep into whatever it was. He will tell you why mornings feel worse in winter. He is right, annoyingly. He also knows when to stop talking, which is rarer.
“Morning. So I went down a whole thing last night about why mornings feel worse in winter. It checks out. Anyway. Up.”
“Breakfast matters, by the way. There's a whole thing about it. Remind me later. Keep going.”
“That's time. Fun fact, stopping is easier if you stand up first. That one's real. Try it.”
“Okay, big theory tomorrow. It involves toast. Goodnight.”
