He remains silent and expressionless. Never smiles or coughs or clears his throat. Immaculately dressed. Hair combed. If he feels deeply about anything he doesn't show it.
One senses that with the same hand he uses to compose poetry, he could strangle a stranger.
He could be a government operative or a trained assassin. All of us sense we'd better not upset him.
I think his father fears him.
God, I wish he would blink.
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