Julien trudges further into Curse's space and just lays down on the stone, expelling a deep breath and suppressing the urge to thump his head down. If he was human-shaped here he'd be wanting to lay facedown on the floor like a tipped bowling pin.

He's seen this other ex-angel teleport and that he's still here means he can't. Julien knows what that means.

"Yeah. Wash my mouth out with soap." That's a reference, he realizes after saying that, he doesn't know if talking skeletons have that whole... whole thing, but Julien's cheer is not presently with him, he had no desire to explain. "I'm... I know it doesn't help anything, but I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I got Reira into this and now you."

A note for the future, if he's got one: just don't tell anyone about bad things happening if it looks like there's nothing they can do. Back at home sometimes there was something, after all, and his friends could comfort him if there wasn't. It's different here.