I stared at him until he noticed. He was gazing out the window, half asleep. He looked embarrassed, he looked annoyed. I kept staring at him. I wanted to see him, to see into him, to understand him and have him understand me. He said, Stop looking at me. I smiled and continued. He took my hand and fumbled with my fingers. He looked away and back again. His hand was coarse as flipped my hand over and examined. He folded my fingers, still avoiding my stare. Finally he put his arm around me and hugged, kissed, said, Thank you.