Hard to tell from here. They look so similar. The difference is, one of 'em sells you something you hope you never need to use, and the other one sells you something you do need, even if you'd rather you didn't. The smell is different, too. Lawyers smell more brown.
Insurance has the reek of gray.
There's something in the eyes, too, but I can't see his, as they're adrift in the virtual 56 inch screen he sees through the right lens of his glasses. The wire designed to dangle surreptitiously down behind his ear and into the pocket-sized machine in his jacket is instead slicked to his temple, the oil from his hair making the black jump out with his pulse. He's due for a heart attack, or a stroke. Too many 16-hour days have taken their toll. I almost feel bad for his younger companion.