Proko shrugs. "It's not a how long thing," he answers. He doesn't see it that way, because if he has to answer that then he has to say always. "It's happened a few times."

He fidgets with the edge of his towel. "I didn't know how to say something," he murmurs. "Because whatever I say, it sounds really bad, huh?" He'd been scared, and he knows that isn't fair.