He loves playing music and he wears eyeshadow every day and he has a hard time staying out of trouble and he reads classic literature and he cries because he wants his mom to know he loves her and he finds the sound of his friends’ voices pleasurable and he doesn’t like taking medicine and he’s always fascinated and he gets cold easily and he likes cats and he has as much faith in his best friend as in gravity and he doesn’t like Italian food and he wants to belong and he gets excited when he infodumps and he talks to animals and he’s so so full of feelings and when his workplace is overrun by traveling, singing anarchist hippies he honestly considers joining them