A cold grue went through me—I was unable to touch such a hand. I shook my head wordlessly at him, and he suddenly smiled as he had done in earlier days when I winced at the sound of his voice. He also shrugged his shoulders and shut me out.
He pitied him for his otherness, and continually tried to force Baxter to let him in, yet when confronted with his otherness/weirdness can't help but judge.
