He's listening silently to his mother, leaning against the front doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets, his expression distant. Toby could be really good-looking, but he's got one of those beards. There are sexy beards and there are stupid beards, and his is stupid. It's so straggly and unformed, it makes me suck in breath. I mean, just trim it. Shape it. Do something with it….
Toby stands at the front doorway, leaning against it with a distant look on his face while his mother speaks. He has an attractive appearance, but his unkempt beard detracts from it. The narrator perceives his beard as unattractive and messy, leading to feelings of frustration. Instead of enhancing his looks, it seems to make him less appealing and in need of grooming. The narrator wishes Toby would take better care...
