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Fidgeting hands, hair that's a day past when it's okay to not wash it anymore, faded jeans, and eyes that avoid your own. He's a soft person to be around, all pale colors and stuttering words and hesitant touches. His big blue eyes are deep set and his brows are thick and serious; when he looks at you, there's a distinct feeling that makes you think you're the only thing he sees in that moment. You may well be. He's very lonely.
He'll let you do whatever you want to him, really, if you give him the right type of affection. He's not picky when it comes to who he's friends with. He goes and searches the city for people to help, and doesn't even mind when he gets mugged - he got attention, he talked to people. He's been alive for entirely too long for his taste. He detests his lonely existence and he's searching for anyone he can find to love and to love him back at all.
He's not a pushover, though, in entirety. His hands may shake when you first speak to him and his eyes may dart anywhere so he won't have to meet yours, but he doesn't stand for people mistreating others. He'll come to anyone's aid. He won't leave your side until you've gotten inside your home. He can knock someone out with one punch. There's a certain kind of "bro"ness to him - he'd like nothing better than to chest bump a few people over their football team winning with a couple of beers and a pizza. He can calm down his nervousness for the moment, too, and seem - really quite average.
He's built, not just muscled, and he doesn't lie, even when it comes to his stronger opinions. If you've gotten him as a friend, there's not much of anything he won't do for you. His mouth may not know which words it's trying to say, but he will get his point across and make people listen to him, however hesitant he is to do so.