We walk around the neighborhood, about a mile and a half or two, and he TALKS AND TALKS and talks. Tonight was one such talk, which covered the plays he's planning to produce, casting decisions he needs to make, stunt doubles (or no stunt doubles!?) auto tuning (or no auto tuning?!), plot changes, artistic license, school, homework, friends, girlfriends, why demerits (perpetually) happen to good people such as himself, teachers, public vs. private scolding (of demerit cursed individuals), cars, friendships, life as a theater kid, promises kept, promises broken. I say as little as possible, and at the end, he says "I'm glad we went for this walk."
And I say, me too.