He carried a small paper folder in his left hand.

He came through the front door without knocking.

He looked terribly tired.

The dark circles under his eyes stood out in the afternoon light.

He rubbed the back of his neck as he walked into the kitchen.

“I saw your car out front,” Ethan said.

“I wanted to drop off these paint samples for the upstairs hallway.”

“Thanks for bringing them by,” I said.