Here I start to define it

[stonebluesorrow]

Zelgadis is sprawled out on a couch in the common room, staring at the ceiling and looking rather pensive. Scratch that. Conflicted would be a better word. There's a deep frown on his face and his eyes are narrowed at nothing in particular.

There's a lot for him to think about, a lot to decide, and that has him stressed out. A sounding board, a shoulder, or just someone to talk too... he hates to admit it, but that's what he needs right about now.