he's spooked by the games playing. he scans the bank nervously. he blinks, focuses, blinks again.
it's like he's just witnesses an ax murder.
he's looking down.
his eyes are frozen in a mindless, vacant stare.
he's still holding the stare. he starts to breathe heavily. he's trembling.
his eyes are closed. sloane's stroking his hair.
staring into space.
he doesn't respond.
no response.
he smiles.
he keels over forward.
his eyes are closed. he's lifeless.
a smile spreads across his face.
he's serious and determined. he has made up his mind and it appears that it won't be changed by anyone but himself.