It doesn't, but that's hardly Bull's fault. His shoulders tense when Bull stoops down, and they don't relax even after he realizes he's not the subject of interest. The day Fuyuhiko feels any better about his height complex is the day he finally dies, probably.
Mountains sound better than the desert, he doesn't say. He likes the cold better, all things being equal, just not the "cold empty darkness of space" kind of cold.
But then, last he remembers he was on a tropical island. So his bar is, you know. Different.
"Hey." He changes the subject, because talking about weather feels way too normal for his comfort level, and because he's been watching what Bull's doing with a sort of confused interest. "You sure you should be putting that shit in your mouth?"
It's half incredulous, half an actual question. Inui did just get done telling him everything was out to murder them, so.
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Mountains sound better than the desert, he doesn't say. He likes the cold better, all things being equal, just not the "cold empty darkness of space" kind of cold.
But then, last he remembers he was on a tropical island. So his bar is, you know. Different.
"Hey." He changes the subject, because talking about weather feels way too normal for his comfort level, and because he's been watching what Bull's doing with a sort of confused interest. "You sure you should be putting that shit in your mouth?"
It's half incredulous, half an actual question. Inui did just get done telling him everything was out to murder them, so.