He was sitting in the semi-darkness, dressed all in black, the sleeves of his sweater pushed up his forearms, his eyes closed as he bent forward, the line of his jaw chiseled square and shadowed with stubble, a lock of his dark hair falling forward.
Oof, this is a long sentence that could do with breaking up.
Also, there's that square jaw again (second to last book I read described the LI this way too), because I guess MMCs can't have any other shape.
