'I was not paying attention.' Atlas paused before writing more, 'i'm sure I pushed too...confessing like I did, I'm sorry that you are afraid.' He let the pen drop before he reached out for his friend, his hand flopping tiredly.
He understood why Josiah was afraid, he had been there himself after all. He made a grunting noise that turned into a whine, making noise hurt, hell, breathing at the moment hurt due to the fractured ribs.