He took off that extra layer of the man I want him to be.
The man I belive he'll become eventually and I insist to see and treat like it's already there.
But here he is, lying beside me, so grown for his age, so mature. But, yet, just a boy his age. Sometimes, acting and sharing thoughts that reflect this time of life. I've been there.
Yet, he is most of the time much smarter and adult than a lot of 30 year old guys I know.
Looks like... Sometimes act like... Sometimes... He play the part so well that...