Josiah dragged a hand across his face, and there was such weariness in the gesture that a nameless fear took hold of Finn.
'No.'
The word was barely enunciated, the softest breath of air, but hanging so heavily between them for a moment as Finn was hit with disappointment and relief in equal measure.
Another breath, prolonged and also soft but sharp at the same time. More words, jagged words. A snick in the thread.
His hand was turning limp and clammy.

'But-'
But-?
His fingers clenched for a moment against Josiah's knuckles. Desperately, like holding onto the edge by the fingertips.
He didn't want to let go.
He had already fallen.