A/N: Guess who. Shouldn't be too hard.
He touches her on the shoulder. She does not react. She doesn't even acknowledge him. Just keeps swaying and muttering without sound. He settles beside her, hand still resting on her shoulder, matching the motion. He stares caringly at her down turned face. Her hair is wild and stringy and obstructs her eyes. She still doesn't look up. He says nothing. Finally, knowing there is nothing for him to say and that she will say nothing, he rises after one last shoulder pat and retreats back down the hall.
