Mmm, I love that series (which is new to me), Kathy. I'm a bit of an odd duck myself.
But his demeanor seems to secure the roaming feeling of being lost or forgotten in such dim surroundings. For some reason, it reminds me of a man who is summoning another adjacent him some ways in the field of grass, just seconds from introducing his favorite bottle of wine, perhaps in a tucked away cabin. Maybe under the moonlight, he and the other, right there in the field about some parted grass.
Mind you, in that same handful of seconds he's been minimized to trousers, socks, just some moonlit flesh. And while my description is probably left field, inside I can't seem to go wrong with the image of Jake, myself, and wine; in a basement, at the airport, in the middle of the swaying green moonlit field, I've found a place in line.

If I dream of him tonight, lord have mercy.
