He pushes the sleeve of his jacket up a little to reveal a surprisingly rugged, outdoorsy watch for a young man who looks like he spends most of his days hunched over a textbook. Maybe he just likes to hike on the weekends (that, plus the boots, certainly give that impression) or he has some other sort of hobby that requires a watch that can take a licking and keep on ticking. He checks the time, then lets his sleeve fall back into place before looking up and down the platform again. It doesn't seem so much like impatience as it is irritation, much like many of the other usual commuters on the platform.
Finally, though, a train does come - and he waits, waits, lets himself be one of the last of the ones swept on to the train so he's close to the door.
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Date: 2014-05-26 10:45 pm (UTC)Finally, though, a train does come - and he waits, waits, lets himself be one of the last of the ones swept on to the train so he's close to the door.