no subject

[She's right. Much as it chafes, as he knows it'll make his skin crawl, there's no alternative here, and it's the quickest way out of his hell-hole - or literal-hole, as it were - so they might as well buckle down and do it. He swallows hard and follows suit, ignoring the way the hairs on his neck prickle, his fingers curling into his palms until the nails are biting into the flesh there.]

All right. Just move - move steady, and we'll be outta here soon.

[It's mostly a mumbled reassurance for his own sake as he plants one foot against the wall of the hole, grimacing and trying not feel exceptionally foolish.]

Ready?

['Cause Tim sure isn't.]