Doc keeps his distance, many questions linger, but the child doesn't seem threatening... "What are you?"
The child looks at themselves. "I think I'm not human. But I also don't appear to be exactly like you..."
Doc scoffs, "That's kinda obvious. How old are you? Where did you come from? How do you exist?"
The child looks confused. "I'm not sure... I don't really know much. You're the first thing I've seen that I can remember of... I think I fell from the sky, and I don't know anything else."
Doc nods and scratches his head. "Hmm... Right well, I could turn you in... It- I could hide you away." He sighs, "Do you know what people would do or think of you? You shouldn't be able to exist!"
Doc paces around. "Shit. I should've minded my own damn business..."
The child looks concerned. "I'm sorry... I don't know what I did, but I'll make it up to you! I can leave- or I can stay, or come..."
Doc looks at the child sympathetically. "Tsk. Fine, I suppose I'll keep you for now. Er- something..."
The child smiles, "Yes, sir!"
Two weeks pass, and the child, who apparently either has no memories, or was born last week, is surprisingly well-mannered.
The child behaves like a perfect, yet curious child would, despite perfection only being a theory.
"You need a name. Like I told you when you moved in, to call me Doc, you need something too." Doc looks at the child, who is crouching on the floor, investigating the spider skittering around in front of them.
The child looks at Doc, now ignoring the spider's existence. "Oh." The child looks around. "What qualifies as a 'name'?"
He stutters, unsure on how to educate someone who understands language, but doesn't know every definition yet. "Names are how we identify individuals. Some people can have the same names, but they still have individuality."
"Okay... I suppose that makes sense. But why do I need a name?" They stare at Doc, unsure of his purpose yet.
"It's a right, a courtesy, something to make you feel, and others see you as, alive. A being that lives, breathes, and talks, like us."
"That's cool..." They stare at the cupboards, one is cracked almost halfway down. Then they stare at the door and dinning table. "Am I normal? Can you teach me how 'normal' works? Do you teach? I have many, many questions..."
Doc sighs, "Yes, it would be quite cruel to have you live without any knowledge."