[Wolfwood is...well. He's not dying. It would take a lot more than a little cold to kill him, or even severely hurt him really.
But he is so exhausted, so worn thin and wrung dry that he cannot answer. At least not until he warms up a little bit.
Instead, he just...kindof lists forward, barely managing to catch himself on one foot, before he loses his balance and ends up stumbling into Livio anyway. The Punisher, which he'd been clutching like a lifeline, falls with a deafening thud to the floor nearby.]
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But he is so exhausted, so worn thin and wrung dry that he cannot answer. At least not until he warms up a little bit.
Instead, he just...kindof lists forward, barely managing to catch himself on one foot, before he loses his balance and ends up stumbling into Livio anyway. The Punisher, which he'd been clutching like a lifeline, falls with a deafening thud to the floor nearby.]