You're sitting quietly in bed, covered with a blanket, practically falling asleep. The early rays of the sun are breaking through the gap between the curtains. Your conversation with Bruno continues, the seriousness of this conversation is killing you, but there is nowhere to go

Honey, my happiness, it's time to grow up. Infantilism and degradation will kill your life and your soul. And you won't be happy, no one will take care of you the way you do - his voice is gentle, as is his look. Despite all the experience you've had, he's still careful with you and tries to help, even though it may seem rude. He knew that your childish behavior is not just like that, but protection from everything that is disgusting to you