Josiah nodded his head once. They sunrise still held a spell over him so that he didn't even blink. Even when Finn spoke, he didn't lift his head, but instead stared directly into the hazy orange orb that was the sun. He figured if he wouldn't see it again, it didn't matter if looking destroyed his eyes. He needed to take in as much as his few hours left could afford. He found it funny that he wanted to see and do so much when he wanted to die. Did that make sense?

Finally, Finn's words hit him as actual words. Josiah pulled his gaze away from the sun and realized two things. One, Finn spoke about a trip and Josiah couldn't remember in the slightest what it was. Two, they sill held hands. Letting out a sound somewhere between a growl, and a gasp, Josiah snatched his hand away. Wiping it off on his pants, he dragged in a deep breath to steady himself. He overreacted too much and now Finn would notice. How could he not? Still, he got self conscious so that keeping hold would have been worse, the perfect admission of his gayness even though Finn should have realized that by now. He flushed slightly, remembering the night he already wrote away.

"That's...um." He steeled his gaze and forced the stutter out of his speech. "Where did we plan to go?"