"How much longer do we have to stay here?"
A little kid with a gloomy expression cradles his face, his entire body slumped like a rag doll on the wide leather sofa, his outstretched legs not even reaching the edge.
Russell is holding a book, lounging in a chair, engrossed in reading and casually replies, "I don't know."
"If we stay any longer, my program is going to crash!" The little kid plunges his head into the soft sofa cushions, lamenting, "A life without passion, a future devoid of sunlight, I suffocate in the vastest space, rot under the starlight, as my pulsing heartbeat slows and our boiling blood begins to cool… I will ultimately lose the ability to make love in this shameful life!"
Recently…," Russell flips a page of his book, speaking lightly, "you've been reading too many romantic drama novels. To clarify, it's losing the ability to love, not to make love."
