Bruno has definitely got a lived-in kind of look, even beyond his careworn face. His soft, snuggly fur covered how delicate he is, how much he looks like he's recovering from something. It's quite a story, one he probably wouldn't mind telling except that it's kind of depressing.
When she starts coughing he rubs her back with one hand, making warm little circles, remembering the dreadful coughing fits it used to give him a long time ago.
"I... knew him. I'm not sure what to think, anymore. I... I could probably ask Otto a few questions, they knew each other in their home universe." He sighs, still gently rubbing her back. His gaze drops--he doesn't want to worry her further, but he should be honest. "Yeah. He did," he whispers. Then he shrugs, smiling a wry smile. "I'm okay, now."
He returns the joint to its little resting place and curls both his arms around her, partially to soothe her, partially to soothe himself, to stop his trembling. "It's okay... we'll get through this. I've gotten kinda good at it since coming here."
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When she starts coughing he rubs her back with one hand, making warm little circles, remembering the dreadful coughing fits it used to give him a long time ago.
"I... knew him. I'm not sure what to think, anymore. I... I could probably ask Otto a few questions, they knew each other in their home universe." He sighs, still gently rubbing her back. His gaze drops--he doesn't want to worry her further, but he should be honest. "Yeah. He did," he whispers. Then he shrugs, smiling a wry smile. "I'm okay, now."
He returns the joint to its little resting place and curls both his arms around her, partially to soothe her, partially to soothe himself, to stop his trembling. "It's okay... we'll get through this. I've gotten kinda good at it since coming here."