"--whatever you did loosened him up enough so I could stretch again, so I just, y'know. Crrk, broken bucket."

"Don't let it touch the sand, ya dingus! Just give it to me."

"This is how you talk to the guy who just totally saved the day? Your own bro-bro? I could've totally died up there."

"Like I'd be so lucky..."

The disembodied conversation happening out of Finn's eyeline goes silent for a moment.

"...That wasn't funny, I didn't mean it--"

"Don't worry, I know. I heard your big baby crying all the way from inside that monster. Jaaaaaake."

"Oh, shaddap--"

"Jaaaake, don't die, you're so much cooler than the rest of us, how're we gonna carry onnnnn!"

"I'm gonna go get a bag for this demonic item. And then maybe throw up again."

"Heehee, more like cry again."

"Whatever!" Jermaine's voice was further away now. There was still a tremor in it, same with Jake. The joking between them colored with the stress and tension of any near death experience, and then colored again with a love only brothers could share. A love only brothers could lose, too.

Finn feels a gentle fist cuff his shoulder.

"You alright, bro?"