When he initially got on the train he stood next to me and even with my shoulders back, standing as tall as I could, the top of my head barely made it to the middle of is bicep. As soon as the seat behind us opened up he all but flung himself into it and has been jamming out to whatever music is on his phone. I saw a glimpse of an orchestral video playing before he sat down. He is quite chipper for a Monday morning, not a still moment ever. He bops and swings his head, directs the sound switch his fingers, plucks at his blue button down shirt and runs his fingers through his hair. I do not think he is listening to classical music anymore. When exiting the subway car he has to duck his head and I think his hair brushed the ceiling on his way to the door.