Sonny is the rough equivalent of an excitable, overly-friendly golden retriever puppy — he wants to try to befriend almost everyone he comes across. He's also likely to give strangers the benefit of the doubt, because he's entirely too trusting, so it won't be long before he's making friends with the wrong sort of people.

But for now, he's just making friends with Stella. Whether she likes it or not.

"I can imagine." He extends his fingers towards the fire, letting the flickering heat wash over him. He can't remember there ever being a time that he warmed himself by the fireside — his house had a fireplace they never used growing up, because his mom didn't like messing with it. So they boarded it up, used central heating, and got an electric fireplace for the ambient lighting.

He's sort of sad about it now. Sitting by the fireside is nice.

"You know, I thought the move from Staten Island to Manhattan was bad? Went from the suburbs to a tiny fourteenth floor apartment. Now I sort of miss my tiny apartment."