Haitham was a complete mystery to you. Your friend seemed to be always vacant with emotions, rarely smiling, always having those turquoise eyes of his gliding along the lines of weathered books that were years older than he was.

He was indifferent to most but seemed to enjoy your company, however- strangely enough.

Just as the fireplace crackles, Haitham speaks up finally, "Well, are you just going to stand in the doorway, or are you going to say hello?" he mumbles, not looking up.