Portraits line the hall. I see them all. One is quite mature, or stoic, which is mature enough at this point in your life. He is unlike the boys to whom you still apply that word. He is likely a guide or mentor being, creative in his pursuits but still tangibly successful. He listens, consoles without coddling, and most certainly entertains. He makes you feel like you are not the child you believe yourself to be. He leaves no question about what he wants, and knows how to get it. He doesn’t need you but you need him. A challenge—basic human need. Someone of a higher level. A soulful gaze for a soulful gaze, you have nothing to lose.
I move along to the next painting on the wall.