If the praise or admiration fazes him, it never shows. He accepts the compliments humbly, making rounds to wish the Lacrosse team luck and joke with the theater kids. He asks Roddy Locke if he’s recovering from his broken leg alright. He takes a detour by the chocolate muffins to purchase one – and drops five hundred dollars into the donation box while he’s there. “Thank you so much, Adrian!” The marching band kids sing, mouths agape. It’s like watching Lionswood’s very own Mother Teresa in action.
I adore him already
