She knew every contour of his face. He had black hair, very similar to hers and a face that looked like it had seen more worries than most people his age even though it was still smooth and unlined. The eyes were haunted even though they pretended to be jovial. No one should have eyes that were that hidden. The windows to his soul held the look of a person who was totally in control all of the time. She wondered if he ever smiled or did he just pretend to?