At first, it was just because they looked so still.
Everyone around them was standing, waving rally towels, and shouting at the field. But the boy sat motionless, hands folded in his lap, and his shoulders drawn in tight.
He looked about nine, maybe 10. He wore dark sunglasses even though the lights were already blazing overhead and the sky had gone fully black.
He didn’t look at the giant screen.
He didn’t react to the crowd.