Josh was sitting on the couch, his knees to his chest, vines wrapped all around his body like a tight cocoon. Lydia spotted him and startled. “J-Josh! Are you asleep?” She walked over and pushed him, lightly. 
“I’m awake… just thinking…” Josh murmured. “The vines help me think. Sorry. I’ll go to my room.” The vines receded and Josh got to his feet.
“Okay, good. I didn’t want to kick your ass again.” Lydia crossed her arms. 
“Yeah, my jaw still hurts.” Josh headed towards his room, pausing. “Lydia, I’m sorry about Thomas. I should have come back with you.” 
“Oh shut up. What would you have done?” Lydia said, crossly. “He’d have killed you. It’s better you weren’t here. You didn’t get hurt. He would have tore you apart. Do you remember the last time you tried to stick up for me?” 
“I dislocated my shoulder…” Josh muttered, rubbing his upper arm. “... and sprained my wrist.” 
“Right. That’s why you’re a sidekick.” Lydia looked at him. 
“Lydia, you have no idea why I’m a sidekick. Stop pretending you understand or want to understand me.” Josh replied.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize the life of a sidekick was so complicated,” Lydia said, sounding snarky. 
“It is, actually. Whenever you quit being a hero to work for a bitch, it is kind of complicated.” Josh retorted. 
“Maybe you should have stayed a hero,” Lydia frowned. 
“... maybe I should have.” With those words, Josh left the room, leaving Lydia frowning after him. 
[i] Getting the last word, huh? Asshole. [/I] Lydia went to her room for real this time, closing the door behind her.