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There he was.
Sitting across the hall, talking with his friends. Just talking.
Just being himself.
But Tom could see, even from so far away, the dimples in his cheeks as he smiled, the way his expressive hands flew around in earnest as he spoke.
Tom could see his crossed legs beneath the table, his scruffy shoes rubbing together - the shoes he wore all the time, because he didn’t have any others.
Tom heard his laugh.
It was short, light, confident in its happiness. The laugh that persuaded others to join in.
He caught Tom’s eye, smiling.
There he was.