Both eyebrows went up. A junior curator? That was a surprise. But the kid talked about it with such passion that it was difficult not to admire. For most his age, jobs were jobs -- a means of support, but nothing else. Rylee had apparently chosen to make a career of his, however, and although there was rarely a lot of money in the field he chose, he had a heart for it. That paid far greater rewards than the monetary gain. Elias approved.
Drawing a breath and letting it out, he nodded to Rylee's statement. "It is," he agreed. "I came here because of family. Family is... paramount to me." Clearing his throat, Elias stared over the younger man's shoulder, then pressed his lips together tightly. "I am sorry to mention this," Elias finally said, realizing that there was no simple or easy way to tackle the thing that was troubling him. "But you seem an entirely different person from the one that I met outside Charlie's door."
And he'd seen the same transformation from Ms. Karin Shepherd -- although hers was but for an instant. This place was strange indeed. He left his statement hanging, a question without an inquiry.