Josiah bit his lip and glanced back at Atlas. A second later, he darted his gaze back to where he was walking. "I'm not upset. Really." He ran a hand through his hair and tried to act like it. Sure he walked a little fast, but he usually did. Most of the time he didn't have someone trailing after him, trying to keep pace. "You already make me happy enough," he added after a bit, his mutter so low he almost hoped the other boy didn't hear.