more Lost Boys character development- Paul

(continued from last entry) ... It meant him stealing glances as he caught our dinner in the shallow waters, while Josh showed me how to make pan flutes out of bamboo chutes.  It meant Max sprawling out in the middle when we all went to sleep at night under the overhang made of broken tree limbs that we suspended between two trees.  The sharp angles of his jealousy seemed to be dulling, though, by the time Paul got here.

Paul had a lanky mop of hair that fell down into his eyes.  He was the biggest yet, but also the skinniest, his bones moving visibly under his pale skin as he fashioned more spears or sharpened more knives.  From his first day he held fast to me.  Still, when it isn't either of our turn for chores he'll lay his head in my lap and ask me to play with his hair.  He took to Josh easily too, since Josh let Paul follow him around like a puppy and taught him melodies on the pan-flute.  

Max never had patience for Paul.  He will still toss me weary looks as I tie dandelions into Paul's hair, or sing loud, made up songs with him.  It's an unspoken fact that he needs us to hold him together, though, so once in a while Max will bark out a verse or race him to the edge of the sparkling water.