[His eyes narrow that the unsubtle hand on Julian's shoulder and Asra thinks back quickly to the marks on the doctor's skin not too long ago. Puts the pieces together. He takes a step back as the reach the door, putting himself at the rear of the group and blocking any chance Julian might have of running from this particular mess he's made for himself.]

I find that hard to believe. Ilya's always been more concerned about punishing himself and deciding what's best for everyone than actually listening.

[He folds his arms at the offered hand, rejecting the offer at least until he's gotten a clearer understanding of where he stands with the pair of them.]

Didn't you want to talk about this inside?