[ If only Jonas had started with the Shadowlands part, Bruno's worries may have abated before even beginning. When he mentions it now, though, after the fact, it still helps. Bruno backs off the judgment a little, the idea of Set being some random person looming out of the shadows to do... whatever. Nefarious things? Well, regardless, that idea, at least, gets swept away.
It's not as if Jonas knows Bruno any better than that, now that he thinks of it. ]
Oh. You... hm. I guess that's not as, uh. Weird, then.
[ Bruno comments awkwardly, as per usual, and decides to give the thornbushes a break. He moves on to another task, leaving Jonas to manage the fallen drywall while he goes to start clearing dust and cobwebs, trash, and other refuse off of the altars near the foremost point of the chapel. ]
I mean, it's still kinda questionable how he'd just be able to handle everything. It's not like he could've showed up here with, like, stuff. [ Resources, money, you know, stuff. ] Guess he just really believes in himself...
[ Now that would be nice, believing in one's self, and Bruno's about to get another reminder of that lack in himself when Jonas mentions Set isn't the only one to offer to watch Jonas' back. It's nice, actually. It means he has friends, right? Which is good for Jonas.
Bruno, however... He pauses in picking up some drywall that had landed on part of the altar; it had cracked some of the wood before crumbling from the impact if the angle of the damage and the way the drywall scattered says anything. It's a small thing, that pause, but it's there, that moment he sorts through the variety of people he's met and— ]
Me? [ He carries on tidying up the altar after that. ] Oh, no, definitely not. I mean, I'm fifty. If I can't take care of myself by now, it'd be kind of hopeless, right?
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It's not as if Jonas knows Bruno any better than that, now that he thinks of it. ]
Oh. You... hm. I guess that's not as, uh. Weird, then.
[ Bruno comments awkwardly, as per usual, and decides to give the thornbushes a break. He moves on to another task, leaving Jonas to manage the fallen drywall while he goes to start clearing dust and cobwebs, trash, and other refuse off of the altars near the foremost point of the chapel. ]
I mean, it's still kinda questionable how he'd just be able to handle everything. It's not like he could've showed up here with, like, stuff. [ Resources, money, you know, stuff. ] Guess he just really believes in himself...
[ Now that would be nice, believing in one's self, and Bruno's about to get another reminder of that lack in himself when Jonas mentions Set isn't the only one to offer to watch Jonas' back. It's nice, actually. It means he has friends, right? Which is good for Jonas.
Bruno, however... He pauses in picking up some drywall that had landed on part of the altar; it had cracked some of the wood before crumbling from the impact if the angle of the damage and the way the drywall scattered says anything. It's a small thing, that pause, but it's there, that moment he sorts through the variety of people he's met and— ]
Me? [ He carries on tidying up the altar after that. ] Oh, no, definitely not. I mean, I'm fifty. If I can't take care of myself by now, it'd be kind of hopeless, right?