The corners of his mouth turn up a little into a half smile, like he’s trying but can’t quite move his lips enough. Nothing about his smile is amazing or brilliant or big, but it’s warm in the cold night air. It’s as if he’s afraid that if he smiles wide enough, all his secrets will come tumbling out. His eyes say he’s hiding a lot. I want to clear a passage into his head. I wonder what’s in there. Maybe memories of lonely nights with no parents to hold him. Ever so slighty a pang of emotion smacks me in the chest. I know what it is. It weakens my body and softens every muscle. I shouldn’t feel like this. I want to know if he’s broken inside, and if it’s something my heart can fix.