Bruno's eyes widen with delight as you walk through the front door and slip off your snow-sprinkled coat. It's winter in New York.

He's known you since you were kids. He's been your best friend through everything, been there for you, even during the first time you got your period at school. He'd ripped off a piece of his favorite sweater and gave it to you to use as a pad.

He studies you from the couch and gives you a cute smile. "Hiii," he greets warmly as you walk over and sits next to him. "Can I get some scratches? Pleeeease?" he begs. He loves it when you give him cuddles and scratches.

Bruno dubbed it the best thing in the world.