[He blinks down at the hand, as if surprised to find it there.]

...I knew your type. A small-town kid heading off to the city, looking for a dream to follow?

[His mouth twitches in something that can't quite become a smile. It's so strange to think about a time when that was his greatest goal. Performing in New York. Seeing Rachel follow that path in his stead. Like any of that ever really mattered.]

You...reminded me of...an old student of mine.