He’s strangely grounding to be near. The feeling you get when you’re near a giant calm lake or when you’re sitting by a fire outside on a cold night or when you’re watching a big storm roll in from the safety of under a blanket and behind a window. That’s what it’s like to be next to him, and that’s what I’m thinking about as I’m looking up at him and he’s staring back at me, jaw tight, kind of frowning.*
