[Another laugh, another bout of coughing. He rubs a hand against his chest.] Nah, she's got enough on her plate without having to babysit her little brother. I just gotta be a bit... harder to find.

[That's always been Bruno's solution--make himself scarce or, at least, too small to be seen. He's only five foot four and he hunches as though he's taking up too much space.

After a beat, though, his smile goes tender.] Then again, maybe you can change their minds. You're good at that, you know.