Mentor.

Dripping cold water drops off his face to smoother out those wrinkles unsuccessfully and unafraid of their very own human color, running away from canned, ultra-pasteurized, diabetes-inducing, pre-marked strokes, whispering false endearing senses. Visually exhausting, if you're to ask me.

Never cared much for his highly-developed dexterity for emotional (and/or intellectual) vandalism.