He listens. He knows how to remain silent and let things soak in, without feeling like he needs to be the one running the conversation. He hears people, he hears you, instead of believing that he should be the one talking, the one in charge.
When you’re talking to him, he’s not zoning off and planning what he’s going to say next. He’s listening to you, processing every word you’re saying, because he wants to be someone you can trust, someone you can count on to hear you and understand you and be the sounding board that you need.
He’s contemplative. He’s aware, not only aware of himself but aware of the things going on around him and the things going on thousands of miles away. He refuses to be ignorant. He refuses to be comfortable in a safe, easy life. He wants to understand that the…
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