( Bruce looks at the offered mug like it's the keys to El Dorado. His hands shake as he reaches out, but Bigby's question is a legitimate one. Spilling a hot drink over himself might help him get warmer, but it won't be pleasant. )
The t-table? ( Bruce asks, deciding that's as good a place as any to start. He's endured worse dignities than being fed by a stranger, but Bruce has enough state of mind to recognize that he has no clue where he is or who he's with. If this guy wanted him dead, he could have just left him, and Bruce knows that. Still, wariness has been engrained in him his entire life, and it's the first instinct that returns to him now. )
What is i-it? ( Still, when the mug is on the table, Bruce wraps his hands around it, immediately grateful for the heat soaking into his palms and fingers. He let's out a rattled sigh of content. )
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The t-table? ( Bruce asks, deciding that's as good a place as any to start. He's endured worse dignities than being fed by a stranger, but Bruce has enough state of mind to recognize that he has no clue where he is or who he's with. If this guy wanted him dead, he could have just left him, and Bruce knows that. Still, wariness has been engrained in him his entire life, and it's the first instinct that returns to him now. )
What is i-it? ( Still, when the mug is on the table, Bruce wraps his hands around it, immediately grateful for the heat soaking into his palms and fingers. He let's out a rattled sigh of content. )