He is stoic and cold, shrugs his shoulders and wrings his hands.
Brown hair topples over his cold, hazel eyes, and he unconsciously smoothes.
He is calm and he is kind; he is moody and he is troubled.
His presence is known and understated.
His eyes twinkle with bemusement, lips curl with pleasure, and when he laughs he laughs with his body, like thunder.
And when he cries you'll never see it.