[ He's remembering the way Brother Death had gone up to the top of that boat the day they'd encountered Oliver Queen. It had been easy to kick back and relax, to treat the day like the vacation it had been intended to be. Josh hadn't been able to help but glance over several times though, wondering if he should walk over, worried that he might give offense. ]

There were... [ He starts, takes ones last drag and exhales as he kills that cigarette. ] There were a couple of times I was thinking of walking over.

At least, at first.

[ In Russia, before the trip to the Mariana Trench, he'd deliberately given Brother Death space. Their conversation had ended awkwardly and it had been unnerving to catch those little tells that made him look more like you. ] But I guess my timing was off or I just took too long to calibrate and then there was just so much going on.

[ And by that he means preparations for the Hour. ]