[He senses more than hears Star's presence, opens his eyes to look at him. He's beautiful, a friend, a support. An easier support, maybe, because Star won't make him talk.]
[Drawing attention to his nails makes him hook his hands into his pockets, an odd, unnatural shift in the way he's sitting.]
no subject
[Drawing attention to his nails makes him hook his hands into his pockets, an odd, unnatural shift in the way he's sitting.]
I didn't expect anyone to notice.
[Or care, maybe.]