He pauses, for a bit. "I... suppose that is it, yes." He looks down. "All my life, I was told to get good grades, be polite, be diligent, and I would get far in life. Yet I feel as though I have failed at something far more important, and I am unsure of how to make up for it. I have been told you can help people get what they want. I would not ask too much of you, but I will at least request this much."

He looks up. It's a look that seems oddly vulnerable, at odds with the image the boy seems so careful to try to cultivate. "Can you help me?"