head in the clouds
Rocky was different.
In many ways that were obvious, sure. But he can't really explain what he means by that. Doesn't really have to, so that's a plus.
Rocky didn't demand any of him.
Not in the sense that Linda had. He wasn't whining at him when he had to back off from attention or contact. He wasn't begging to call him pet names that got under his skin. He wasn't sobbing to be touched.
Rocky was beyond the others.
The thought struck him suddenly. Like he was on the receiving end of a Tesla coil. Sudden, vivid, and painful. Rocky was different. He wasn't here to win his affections. He merely had a job to do.
As Grace quietly (for once) went about his task, the man would realize how much that endeared him to the alien. He never tipped him too far so as to spill his discomfort.
Rocky was something more. And he thinks he might like that.
