Josiah suddenly met his eyes, as though he had felt the pressure of Finn's fingers, the momentary, involuntary loss of control. The corners of his mouth lifted, but it looked tight, full of effort.
'Let's forget this conversation ever happened.'

Finn was completely still. He didn't know how to react, was afraid to acknowledge and therefore feel. He didn't see how they'd be able to do that. The words would still be there, twining through the thread between them. They couldn't forget. The most they could do was ignore. Josiah was the one to break eye contact, and Finn felt himself deflate a little, his stiffness slackening into limpness.

'If I ever did tell anyone...it...it could probably be you though....'
He immediately sat up straighter, reinflated. It was ridiculous how happy it made him, what Josiah'd just said. He leaned forward, but not too much.
'Same here.'
The words came out easily, as though the knot had loosened to let them go.