[It's sharp enough to sting and Bruno abruptly lifts his gaze from the water to Polnareff. He starts to open his mouth to say... What? Bruno closes his mouth, jaw a little tight because he has no idea what to say. What he can say. Bruno runs his fingertips over the fabric of his pant leg on his thigh, feeling the difference between the slightly damp and completely dry sections. It seems better to just keep his mouth shut until he can figure that out, but it lends itself to an awkward and jagged silence that not even Bruno can tolerate.]

You're not being particularly funny right now. [It's the first time Bruno's sounded a little cold towards Polnareff. He purses his lips looking back at the water because that was unnecessary. Bruno didn't need to say that. (He stops moving his hand, bringing his slightly colder fingertips into a tight grip within his opposite hand, trying to warm them again. He'd forgotten how much he hates feeling cold.) Or at least Bruno didn't need to say it like that. So, he tries to smooth it over by clarifying, in a quieter voice.] I know you probably don't mean anything by it and I don't have the right to tell you what to do, but don't joke about that. Not right now.

[A beat.]

Please.