Cerva would have named him Patricio if it were up to him
As a person who has gone through lots of interests and hyperfixations (hello, ADHD) the idea of all your old interests that maybe you’ve grown out of living in a big old house being looked after by Hyperfixation and Passion, still happy and loved and ready to come out and play whenever? I’ve felt genuine grief over fading interest in things I loved and the thought that an interest doesn’t really die, they’re still cared for and safe, that you can still come and visit another day and have fun with them just makes me so happy.