[He doesn't seem to understand what she means by that, but there are more important things to focus on right now. Like getting out of the creepy hospital. He takes its from her and starts sawing at the leather binding his other wrist. For all that he told her to be careful, Josh is actually far more careless as his discomfort and anxiety mounts. He does slip a little, but only scores a few light lines on the skin of his wrist, no deep cuts.
The leather breaks, finally, and he rubs his wrists, flexes his fingers.]
Hey, thanks, Ash.
[He feels like he can breathe a little better now, even if he's not totally free.]
I don't... really know how I got here.
[That's said almost reluctantly, because she might know, and it's entirely possible that he's supposed to know and yet - doesn't. That would be embarrassing. Among other things.]
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The leather breaks, finally, and he rubs his wrists, flexes his fingers.]
Hey, thanks, Ash.
[He feels like he can breathe a little better now, even if he's not totally free.]
I don't... really know how I got here.
[That's said almost reluctantly, because she might know, and it's entirely possible that he's supposed to know and yet - doesn't. That would be embarrassing. Among other things.]