Well, that actually gets him to stop what he's doing, and look up. He studies the young man again, actually looks at him. Trying to place him. Slowly, it comes together. Those memories of stupidity are fuzzier than they should be, but, on the other hand, that seems pretty common.

It clicks.

"Oh, that..." Some faint color hits his cheekbones. "That uh. That was me as a teenager. I didn't exactly make the best decisions when I was eighteen."