He...bought me some presents, from Garfield. Stuff for my hair and skin. Because I wasn't taking good care of it, he said.

[Bruno hesitates, then sits, folding cross-legged onto the ground.]

He'd always get on me for, um. Having low standards. He'd be like, "is this a bar soap thing?" [He lets out a soft, wet-sounding breath.] I've spent a long time getting by on whatever I can. Things like that don't really bother me. But he kept insisting I deserved better. Even though we didn't know each other that long, he cared so much.