Fine, fine. We're trapped in a hell dimension, with no discernible way out, and the last thing I want to be stuck on is Wither's death.

( neither of them need to deal with how--potentially explosive that'd get. julian can't promise he wouldn't go for josh's throat again. both for leaving them, and for killing kevin. his hand drops away from his face, both forearms raising up to rest above his head on the mattress. )

Unless you want me to choke you out for real.