[Julian's not really thinking about what's right and wrong, rather what needs to be done. He pushes the feeling of Ali's fingers and concerned expression to the back of his mind - at the moment he had merely looked numbly down at her and reached to collect her tears with his fingerprints, the gesture mirroring hers. They had that second's luxury; now they don't.]
Whatever we have to do. I can move something heavy in front of it.
[Julian peers around; besides a beat-up, open refrigerator smelling of something rotten, there's not much else but a few pieces of furniture - but the fridge will do just fine.]
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Whatever we have to do. I can move something heavy in front of it.
[Julian peers around; besides a beat-up, open refrigerator smelling of something rotten, there's not much else but a few pieces of furniture - but the fridge will do just fine.]
That.