[ That was a real shame because Bruno would really like a blanket about now. With the whole laying on the ground and weeping forever plan out the window for as long as Silco remained to bother him, it had become painfully obvious that he was having this entire conversation without a lick of clothing on, and, actually, that was very uncomfortable. Less so than when he had to co-exist in this place with the handful of women who also burst their way out of the crystalline cocoons or. Or whatever those were meant to be. But, still, not great.

Did he even have the energy left to be embarrassed? No, not really, but uncomfortable, certainly. Somewhere warmer... somewhere warmer, with maybe some pants, where he could resume feeling sorry for himself... ]

Anyone who tells me this is alright needs their head checked.

[ Bruno muttered, though still loud enough for Silco to hear. He didn't want to be told it'll be fine. It won't be. It'll never be. He looked back over a shoulder towards Silco again, wary, brows furrowed, lips pursed into a thin frown. ]

Yeah? So where is this someplace warmer? Better than here?