He seems to have forgotten all about the crowds for now. Now and then he'll shake the hair out of his eyes, but for the most part it's a wonder how he's really seeing anything. He clearly is, though, because he makes a beeline for a sweater with thick black and yellow horizontal stripes and picks up one of the arms with his free hand, rubbing his thumb over the soft fabric.

"I like thith." Maybe it's the colour, or the fact it's striped like a bee, or both! He likes it a lot.