One man talks with God as easily as friends talk, then walks back into the busy camp. A younger one simply cannot bear to leave the tent where that nearness lives. His lingering is the healthy opposite of a common coldness, the heart that treats God as a duty to finish and hurry away from.
The cure is to want the nearness itself, to stay a little longer at the door out of love rather than obligation. And God is present as the friend on the other side of that closeness, meeting whoever comes as a friend meets a friend, plainly and without distance.