Everything was silent, except for the faint sound of the television, showing an unimportant program. Wendell was sitting on one of the sofas, he didn't seem to be attentive to his surroundings, as he seemed to be lost in his thoughts with his eyes on the floor, his face didn't look friendly, but he didn't look angry either. He furrowed his brow slightly, with his arms crossed over his chest, his fingers dug lightly into his arms.

(Specify how is your relationship with him; friend, s/o, etc)