He leaned forward, elbows on the table.
He sat down by his wife, his elbows on his knees and his hands ruffling his gray hair.
He sat across from her, elbows on his knees, watching her.
She slumped against the low wall, propping up her elbows and covering her face.
His battle suit was rolled to his elbows, revealing roped forearms and a Thomas Jefferson quote tattooed on his inner forearm.