Dahozhoni Meadow runnin'

Bruno wrinkles his face at the notion of "making love" to this older guy, and he gets the message loud and clear: fuck off. Easy enough, although there was one little thing...
"What is your name?" he asks. It seems only proper, since the guy asked for his own already. The fact that he did not offer it already struck Bruno as strange. Once you were given a name, was it not customary to exchange one in return? Reciprocity was a thing he had been taught at a very young age. Give and take was the way of the world.