Josiah's eyes flicked over Atlas as he stretched, then darted away. He didn't move or react at all as his friend slowly made his way across the couch and very much into his personal space. Instead, he stared intently at the couch's fabric pattern and the fascinating stitch work as if critiquing a Renaissance painting. Once again, his eyes darted down when he felt the other's weight fully relax against him. "Are we cuddling now?" he asked quietly. His voice came out muffled through his hand which partially covered his face, not enough to fully hide the hint of pink on his cheeks though.