Wapun Meadow you can only blame your problems on the world for so long

He's too busy fighting off another sneeze to respond to the man's sympathizing words, but he at least recovers in time to provide his name. Florian, He offers to fill the blank, muzzle dipping for a moment as he draws one foreleg over it to clear away whatever else might be sticking to his muzzle. The question sobers him slightly as he considers his answer. Nothing, really. Just... passing through. I guess I'm trying to see the world. He doesn't sound as certain about it as he wants to, unfortunately. It feels like an empty dream now that Delilah is gone, though he knows she'd want him to go through with it. It just doesn't seem as appealing without anyone to share it with.