He uses Binoculars because he is afraid to touch her. He’s afraid to talk to her, to face her head on. He’s scared because he fears she will laugh at him, reject him, avoid him.
He wants to talk to her, but the fear swallows him up whole. He finds that he likes watching her from afar.
The way she carries herself when no one else is watching. How calm and comfortable she is when no one else is around.
He wants to touch her, but she’s too far away.
Until she’s banging on his door at three in the morning.