[Bruno swallows thickly and he is looking at Polnareff at least a little — he won't be a coward and avoid looking at him altogether — but otherwise he remains still. Still and quiet because this feels like shit. He knows, he knows, that he's making the right choice right now. He hates sitting beside someone obviously in pain and doing nothing to alleviate it when there's something that he could do. Especially when it is the result of something that he's done that's caught someone undeserving. But his hands are tied because he knows that temporary relief will do more harm in the long run.]
[Besides, if he were to do that, it would be for his sake — deep down it would be — and not for Polnareff, and that would be the wrong reason. He has to sit with this and deal with the consequences, and he can only hope that Polnareff will bounce back quickly.]
[He pulls his hand back out of the water and draws a few slow breaths as he looks out over the water. He focuses on the briny smell of the ocean air, the way the sunlight dapples on the surface of the water, dancing along the waves, and the heat that's slowly but surely drying his hand. His fingers curl loosely along the side of the boat.]
You had enough names for what? [He glances over at Polnareff so quickly that he's barely more than a vague, blurry shape of arranged colors.] Six boats?
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[Bruno swallows thickly and he is looking at Polnareff at least a little — he won't be a coward and avoid looking at him altogether — but otherwise he remains still. Still and quiet because this feels like shit. He knows, he knows, that he's making the right choice right now. He hates sitting beside someone obviously in pain and doing nothing to alleviate it when there's something that he could do. Especially when it is the result of something that he's done that's caught someone undeserving. But his hands are tied because he knows that temporary relief will do more harm in the long run.]
[Besides, if he were to do that, it would be for his sake — deep down it would be — and not for Polnareff, and that would be the wrong reason. He has to sit with this and deal with the consequences, and he can only hope that Polnareff will bounce back quickly.]
[He pulls his hand back out of the water and draws a few slow breaths as he looks out over the water. He focuses on the briny smell of the ocean air, the way the sunlight dapples on the surface of the water, dancing along the waves, and the heat that's slowly but surely drying his hand. His fingers curl loosely along the side of the boat.]
You had enough names for what? [He glances over at Polnareff so quickly that he's barely more than a vague, blurry shape of arranged colors.] Six boats?