Penny For Your Thoughts?

Fourth

I stare down his brown, almond eyes even though one seems like it's glass and might fall out. I feel myself smile at the thought and the corner of his eyes crease too. Soon his whole face wrinkles just a bit and I blink before the tears form.

"You're too good! How do you do it?" I ask him while he wheels around his side of the table in victory.

"See, you gotta do this thing with your eyes that makes them shake a little. I think it's genetic. Here, take a look," I blink rapidly before staring into his eyes again. I see his pupils start to raise and then shake violently. I nearly fall out of my seat.

"Is that even healthy?" I laugh and he claps his hands in amusement. He shrugs his shoulders and leans his elbows against the table.

"I guess when you're stuck in a place like this, with a bunch of sick people everywhere, you gotta make light of anything. Even if it's a little dangerous,"

Danger? In just a little moment of time? Mr. Prosper's stare contests last about as long as I think of him.

Thinking of him. I loved it, it was like a warm embrace of familiarity and welcoming. That's when I think of his hugs. I remember how he would wrap his arms around me before I could and squeeze so tight that I felt secure in them. He was a cuddler, I remember. Sometimes thinking about little things like that always made me feel a little down. But remembering it made it worth it.

"I guess I know what you mean," I rub my eyes with my balled fists and look back at him. "One more round before lunch?"