Denver... At twenty, he'd been tall and gawky with a mop full of thick brown hair he'd grown a little pass his earlobes. That summer, he'd worn paper thin white tee-shirts and worn out blue jeans with rips at the knees. When he laughed his cheeks flushed rosy blotches and his hazel eyes blazed with mischief. His magnificent height of six feet four inches and the broadness he possessed in his shoulders stopped people from mistaking him as younger. Truly still a boy back then... that didn't seem to be the case now.