Bridge almost smiled. The pink was familiar, and he needed that right now. He rarely admitted any kind of feeling-but hate? Hate just wasn't something that was in his usual vocabulary. He'd always thought of it as an ugly color. Physically and mentally. He was an optimist or liked to think he was anyway.
"..A few months or something." He shrugged and slipped inside. "I lost track after a while. " Bridge not talking himself backwards. That alone should have been twilight zone material. He was acting normal-well normal for Bridge standards anyway. That was scary enough. It was the same way he'd acted the first day he met Sky and Syd. Unsure, timid, scared. Qualities he'd overcome in his short time at S.P.D. were back, taking him a few steps backward along with them.
"I want to go back home. Where..." His voice trailed off, but he was looking down at his gloved hands in thought and was quiet for a while before looking up at her. "Where I'm not useless."