( Sitting down is somehow the most difficult part of this entire ordeal, his ligaments almost refusing to bend after so long in the cold, but the relief that starts to seep into his body the moment he's sitting down is worth the pain. Blinking, Bruce tries his best to focus his vision and notice his surroundings: he's out of the forest, somewhere with warm hues instead of bleached-out white. Somewhere inside probably, since the wind isn't stinging his face or freezing his tears anymore. It takes his groggy mind a moment to catch up with what he's seeing, as well as who he sees: a man, bearded and wide but about his own height, staring at him with expectation.
It takes Bruce another moment to process that the other man is waiting for him to answer his question. ) G-getting there. ( He doesn't feel warm, exactly, but he knows by the fact that he's conscious and talking that the nearby fire is starting to work its magic. Stuttering is good, it means his facilities are returning to him, and he can feel every inch of his skin shaking instead of the numbness that penetrated his entire body before. His energy is still completely depleted, and it takes effort for Bruce to ask his next request: ) Ah-any t-tea here?
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It takes Bruce another moment to process that the other man is waiting for him to answer his question. ) G-getting there. ( He doesn't feel warm, exactly, but he knows by the fact that he's conscious and talking that the nearby fire is starting to work its magic. Stuttering is good, it means his facilities are returning to him, and he can feel every inch of his skin shaking instead of the numbness that penetrated his entire body before. His energy is still completely depleted, and it takes effort for Bruce to ask his next request: ) Ah-any t-tea here?