He's better at it than I am. Maybe he thinks I'm better. I am doing a pretty good job of hiding my feelings, as always. Or maybe it shows in my face. It usually takes me a couple of seconds to go from natural expression to blank, but it probably takes him much longer than that to figure out what the expression might mean. I can't begin to tell what his face is saying. I can only look at it for a moment before I have to look away. A very short moment. I want to cry, but I won't. I don't know if he ever cries. We're a terrible pair, he and I.