Consider Eli dead. I don’t think he can stomach the pressure. He’s softened since he’s become a dad. Penny: There is nothing soft about him! Posey: Christ, Silas, don’t anger it. Penny: It? Posey: HER! I meant her! Don’t anger her. That was my phone. Not me. I’d never call you it. Please God, don’t make my nipples raw like yours.
