it was clear i had caught him off his guard.
he was visibly shaken.
his very being was altered by the sound of my greeting.

glance up.
and back down.

he fumbled with the officiating gear he was holding and pushed the word "thanks" off the end of his tongue.
his eyes were heavy and dull--barely alert.
his mind was crowded.
when he looked up i felt an urgent sense of hope.

someone to listen, to understand.

when the pavement met his eyes the look was gone.
when i realized i could help him, so was he.
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