Standing still on a white surface, leaning on a white surface that is itself standing still. His once again doing nothing, but sweating, he is burning from the inside out. His fingers and gray and read and his arms ache and his hair is tired. He can blank everything out, his gray eyes can't see them as they walk past. He is either organizing his thoughts or he is ignoring them. You can see him searching for breath and something to prize apart with his mind.
His eyes are rapidly searching the floor. He is searching but he can't see, he can't make eye contact. He can't see.