[It's a non-sequitur. It's a reflex. Between the two of them, they have had to get into this habit. Have you eaten? Have you slept? How long has it been since you got up? How does your wound feel? Both of them are terrible at attending to their own needs, but are sensitive to each other's.
As for Bruno's question, Fugo turns it over in his mind. He doesn't have an appetite. But how long ago was it that he ate? He raises one hand and holds it over his mouth and tries not to think about it, or the man who became his meal. At least that appetite has been taken care of.]
... I should probably eat. [He reaches up again to try and rub the grit out of his eyes.] Something light, though. I don't trust my stomach.
cw: cannibalism, implied nausea
As for Bruno's question, Fugo turns it over in his mind. He doesn't have an appetite. But how long ago was it that he ate? He raises one hand and holds it over his mouth and tries not to think about it, or the man who became his meal. At least that appetite has been taken care of.]
... I should probably eat. [He reaches up again to try and rub the grit out of his eyes.] Something light, though. I don't trust my stomach.