"Does make me wonder what my biggest fear would be, these days." The truth was that he was mostly afraid to know exactly what his biggest fear was. Oswald, dead. Oswald, gone. The knowledge that he needed Oswald and Oswald did not need him any more. He frowned just thinking about it now, while he waited for the effect of what Jonathan had sprayed all around them to set in. Or perhaps they had already set in. "I really want to clean in here."

He was trying not to focus too much on that, but the place was repellent.