Exactly. He's just...squatting there, looking ENTIRELY too interested in the Lynchian nightmare fuel that's unfolding in front of him. I mean, I know the moonpocalypse is right around the corner...but where is this kid's mother? It's past midnight and he's just wandering around town, ogling a faceless fairy kid as he writhes around with a couple of weird twins like some kinda' Silent Hill prom.