Whatever Josiah grasped at, he didn't know, but it wasn't working. He felt himself already start to drown, but there was a joy and a lethargy that tried to tell him this was okay. He found his hand grasping at Finn's again, the grip so tight it left his knuckles white and his fingers red. Grasping, still grasping for something he didn't know. As the other boy laid his head close, Josiah found himself gazing downwards, Finn's image stilling in an otherwise spinning world. Unbidden, words spilled out of his mouth. "You look hot." The words didn't hit him, not yet anyway as he gazed down at Finn with his feet still moving to the manic pace of the song.