First Meeting

He was always tinkering with things, working with his hands. That, in fact, was how we met, even thought I didn't know him at the time. He was working in some sort of shop class, wearing a pair of goggles and playing with power tools. He had cut himself with something and was in the infirmary for a bandage, goggles still around his neck. I don't even remember what I was there for, simply that I was there. He was serious, almost in an inhuman way, something about the air around him. Trying to break the tension as I waited for the nurse to help me, I asked him about the gash on his arm. He suddenly lit up, babbling on about some sort of project he was working on and how he had gotten distracted for a split second, letting the tool he was using slip up and slice his arm. He spoke with such care about his project, laughing at the mistake he had made-- but as soon as I tried to ask him questions about any other topic, he simply shut down, asking the nurse when he could get back to class. He was a very odd person.