It was funny, because there had been so many times over the last ten years that Bruno had imagined what his family would have to say to him if he ever dared to show his face again. As of yet, not a single one of those imaginings had been prophetic, none of them had come true.
Almost everyone picked up as if he'd been away traveling and just returned. Well, he supposed perhaps they thought he had been.
He sort of gaped at her for a moment, and then closed the door behind her. He didn't even know how to begin.
"Uh... yes, I'm well. Confused, but... I guess it doesn't seem so bad?" he shrugged. Of course, it wouldn't seem bad to the man in the walls, but Isabela had a whole life back home that she probably wanted to get back to.
"Sorry. Are you okay? Do you want..." he searched his mind to think of what he actually had in the apartment to offer her, he'd only really just got there herself. "I could probably manage tea or coffee."