[Bruno does not immediately head towards his room. Instead, he heads down the nearest set of stairs first to the kitchen with empty wine glasses in hand. Seeing the laundry pile in Polnareff's room earlier didn't leave Bruno feeling particularly confident that they'd make it back down there anytime soon. He hums one of his favorites to himself as he cleans out the glasses, periodically lazily trailing off with his humming before resuming it again. Distantly, he wishes that he had the album here to listen to, but he's content largely due to the alcohol but certainly well enough due to the company he just left that he doesn't mind all too much being without it.]

[With the glasses taken care of, he heads back up the stairs still humming as he starts taking out his barrettes and gently undoing his braid. It's only once he's rounded the corner to head down his end of the hallway that he notices Giorno and the humming starts. Bruno raises an eyebrow at the way he's currently fiddling with his braid and trying to appear casual as can be at the same time.]

You're really bad at looking like you're just coincidentally at the same place at the same time as someone else. You should work on that.

[He's teasing. Mostly. But he won't give Giorno that hard of a time about it. Even if he's had a little bit to drink, he knows Giorno wouldn't be hanging out by his door if he didn't need or want Bruno for something.]

Is everything okay?