Interaction

"You don't look well" she offered, as he wandered past,

"I said, you don't look well".

He had heard something, not a voice, a sound, but it had not correlated with anything so he decided to let it pass. The second time however, he looked up and replied

"What?", actually is was more like 'wot' more grunted in derision, angered by the fact that he actually had to have a conversation with someone,

"You look terrible, all washed out, vacant", Sandra said, now feeling a little guilty and moreover, stupid for disturbing him in the first place. As placid as he looked, he had a temper, it was obvious, it was just behind the eyes, lurking, but there. She presumed that others had seen it emerge from within, be born out, and now she feared that it was going happen, here, 9am in the alley where they all parked.

"God my friends all say I jump in both feet", she thought "they're right too".

"thanks", he mumbled, that was it, nothing more, nothing vitriolic, angry, hateful, just 'thanks' then he wandered off, never quite walking straight.

"thank god", she crossed herself, "bit odd", then Sandra scurried away to her office.

He had felt it, but it was early, far too early for that. 9am, daylight in a car park, where people knew him. No, that would be stupid, and stupid people get caught. He was far from stupid, and though reckless at times, it never came close to stupid. He may look ill, "wouldn't you" he mused, "wouldn't you", and that was that. Interaction over.