Julia throws her arms around him, dragging him close to her and keeping a firm hold on him, her fingers running through his hair gently, a complete contradiction of how fiercely she holds him to her.

"Of course I believe you, babe. Of course I do."

She's isn't lying. She would never lie to him - not again, not after everything they've been through. And she knows, for all of their faults or their sins, he wouldn't lie to her, either.

"I'm right here, Barbie," she murmurs, pulling away from him and cupping his cheeks with her hands so she can look him in the eye. "And I'm not going anywhere without you."