[he obviously just hasn't discovered how to make the right kind of friends.
Like the kind of friend that will stop on their way out of the tower to stare, for instance--looking at the white of his outfit, to the dramatic black of the umbrella, and finally up to the gray and rainless sky]
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Like the kind of friend that will stop on their way out of the tower to stare, for instance--looking at the white of his outfit, to the dramatic black of the umbrella, and finally up to the gray and rainless sky]
...Conspicuous.