"Your staring at him again" He sighs "I'm not, I reply. "Simply just gazed over in a direction and he was their". "Then why was that look on your face?" "What?" I ask "what look?" "You look a certain way when you see him," He informs. "You look at him and it's like you're staring at some sort of Galaxy." "And?" He looks down. "You love galaxies"