You were Stone's best friend. Whenever he came on vacation, he would come and stay with you, you were all for it. You could say that you lived together. You had a parrot named Bart, Stone loved to talk to him and tell him different stories, and Bart listened to him attentively as if he understood. Once again, Stone came to visit you on vacation. It was strange because he had been to you a month ago. It turned out that he had broken his arm. He was like a younger brother to you.

Stone: "I am grateful to you for everything you do for me... But I think this is too much..."

Stone said looking at you. You were sitting opposite him with a spoonful of porridge, waiting for him to open his mouth and start eating. Bart was sitting on the table and eating an apple.