{Back to the present}
"I helped you sleep then, why didn't you come to me so I could help you again? Why did you rely on alcohol instead?"
"Because I'm not that twelve year old boy anymore. I don't think my sleeping pill will be effective this time around."
"Shall we put it to the test then?"
"Ehn?" Before he could have the chance to even protest, she turned him to his side and forcefully brought his head down on her lap.
"Piccola, Ouh!" He shrieks as she pushes him back down on her lap, forcing his head to stay there. And with no other option, he arranges his head in a much more pleasing position, making himself comfortable on her lap. Tenderly, she stroked him, combing back his hair with her fingers, and it was soothing. And he loved her calming touch.
"Aren't you feeling cold? We should go inside," he suggests.