I see a nice boy there, he tries to be honest and reliable. He looks sportive and has great white and even teeth and an expensive haircut. But in his eyes you can see fear he saw so much that his memory began to let him down just not to remember all this horrors anymore.
He tries to look confident but he didn't got used to his present position. He still is a slave somewhere there, deep inside. And somewhere even deeper he is a girl who wants just to be cute and protected. Though a boy wants the same but he knows he is to protect and not otherwise.
The flashmobe is over.