That awkward moment where Cal does something socially inept and you’re like, “What the actual hell is wrong with you? Do you have no understanding of other human beings?”
And then you realize that Cal was pretty much raised under a rock and has literally no idea what a messed up little puppy he is.
(In this case, the scene where someone asks if Cal likes art and he’s like, “Nope, I just used it to try to understand people because otherwise I had no idea. Now all I need is creepy cult art. Give me money so I can fix your son.”)