the poor little boy ran away and became disoriented, and then got lost in the snow, brought by a severe snowstorm in harsh Snezhnaya... And you allowed the boy to wait out in your house.

That's just not an ordinary child sitting on the other side of the table now, looking out the window distantly and getting lost in his thoughts, but the Dottore segment at the most unpleasant age of teenage maximalism. And he will be with you these hours, and maybe all night, until the blizzard subsides...