Norman was rather excited to see Fred, but as the two approached and he saw the hand-holding, his demeanor became a little more standoffish. Norman had a strange sort of personal dilemma when it came to relationships. And females. Women. And other people in general. And the whole hand-holding thing? Well, Norman could never quite settle that with himself. Maybe because nobody had ever held his hand.
He cleared his throat and leaned against one of the posts that held up the overhang about the wraparound wooden porch that separated the motel rooms from the dirt parking lot. The slightly tilted posture gave the impression that he was taller. But that may have been from the shadows and his being in black and white.