The Usual, Please, and Thank You

I opened the door and Cego was standing, staring at me from across the room. I stopped and stared back, wondering why I was being challenged in this way. I crept toward him, shutting the door behind me. His eyes remained fixed, stone cold. I was perplexed. I felt like saying something but anything I could have come up with would have sounded dumb so I kept quiet, examining the situation. I stopped.

Was he even looking at me? Maybe he was transfixed by something behind me. But I couldn't look away. If he was indeed challenging me then I would lose. I've already lost thirty bucks on scratch tickets in the past week. I could at least try and win this. I was good at this sort of thing.

Cego opened his mouth slightly. Was he ready to speak? No, he sat there, silent, with a dumbfounded look. At any moment he would begin to drool and it would all be over. He seemed to have caught himself and pursed his lips. I slowly moved to the left. His eyes remained fix on the door. I could blink again. I looked at the door. It was certainly a beautiful door but he has lived in this same house for years and to stare at it in awe today?
Cego turned around and sat at his desk.

I walked up behind him. "The hell is wrong with you?"

Astonished, he turned around. "Paul! When did you get here?"

"I walked in the door and you stared at me for almost five minutes."

"Really?" He scratched at his beard and smiled. "I guess we're all a bit anosognosic at times. Would you like something to drink?"