Get him on Steemit, eh?

He might like my stuff. Not to self-advertise, but I know I write stuff inspired by thousands of books I've read, and he might catch references that I bet many people miss.

Still, I wouldn't view his existence or hobby as a problem.

He might just need one last book, one last spark, before the fire within him awakens. Or maybe he needs something terrible to happen. Or a boy/girlfriend, or whatever would make him happy. 

I dunno, I don't think I have any advice left. I just have a feeling that things will be fine for him, if given two more years maybe. There is science hinting at the idea that late-bloomers who are still intelligent, may also bloom brightest, so there shouldn't be any fear or worry here. Just love.