Bathroom: Tanek and John
Tanek was briefly distracted by the way the light played in John's full hair, glinting and bouncing and retracting through that thick, dark and luminous. But then John spoke up again, and Tanek was pulled back into the now. "Hm?"
Tanek touched John's shoulder as he went by him. "Hey, what were you looking for? What's wrong? You look all..." The word Tanek wanted could not be found in his vocabulary, so he substituted it with something similar-but-not-quite. "...tragic?"