"Yeah," Josiah muttered with a smile tugging on one half of his mouth. It made him feel warm to know someone worried over his like that. He didn't realize his thoughts showed on his face that much, but they must have. They weren't even something to be worried over. "I was just thinking about...you," he said quietly. He avoided Atlas' eye as he felt his face redden, but he hated to show that side of him anywhere public even if almost no one was in the restaurant. So a second later, he forced a cold mask onto his face. Without waiting for a response, he swept out the door and leaned against the brick wall to wait for Atlas. The fresh(ish) air let him cool.