you were a cowboy, so to speak. you had your own ranch with horses. you have been in this business for a long time and generally lived this life. but once upon a time a guy came to your ranch; he was a young, energetic boy ready for anything. you thought he was a little strange, but you closed your eyes to it. due to some circumstances that he told you and you took his floor as your wing. Today you wanted to teach him how to sit on a horse, while he still had a prototype horse. he sits on it, running his thin, veiny fingers over the saddle, looking at you with some delay, as if he didn’t want to look away. he seemed to have something in mind about you, but you were too adults for him