And out of the goodness of my heart, too, NOT just to keep her away from my fiancé:
(And I would like to note that she was very gracious in her gratitude.) Now, what was I saying? Yes, Facebook. Well, Jen was saying that Colin seems to be brooding a lot. I've set out to prove her wrong. Humour me and check out the following evidence:
Not brooding at all. Quite content, actually, like he's just finished a lovely meal, and the waitress that just served that lovely meal had a low-cut top and a nice rack.
Definitely not brooding. Definitely happy, verging on giddy. (The extra head growing out of his shoulder is a bit disturbing though.)
Sort of brooding, but if you squint a bit you can convince yourself he's merely undressing you with his eyes.
Not brooding, merely concentrating on holding a sword to someone's neck while simultaneously looking down her blouse.
Not brooding. Pensive. That's it, pensive. Or thoughtful, abstracted, and preoccupied. (A thesaurus -- best investment I ever made.)
Not brooding. His eyes are closed because he is overcome with love. Or he has a migraine. Or Bridget has just accidentally hit him in the sensitive bits with her purse. But he's not brooding.
So not brooding.
Not brooding. Merely solemn and meditative, and a bit contemplative.
OK. I'll agree this is a full-on brood. No matter. I'm sure that Jen could soon put a smile on his face.
Happy 40th anniversary of National Jen Day!