Josiah watched Atlas drift off, staring at their hands the entire time. He wanted to pull his away, to run, or at least go get something to eat out of the vending machine, but he stayed right where he was. Right now, Atlas needed him and until the other boy told him to go, he would stay right here. God, what sort of mess did he get himself into? Josiah didn't even ask what the fight was about. The guilt that he caused this made him stay his mouth.