Josiah grimaced at the thought of six people in one little apartment. So many people, parties, bodies close together and nowhere to hide. He thanked god he just had to live with Atlas. After finding his black fuzzy pillow, he fell onto the couch with it. "Mushrooms...spinach. I don't really care," he said. Atlas knew he was vegetarian so further specification wasn't needed.

"Y-yeah?" Josiah lifted his head to peer over the pillow at his friend. For a good half minute, only his heartbeat echoed in the room. "Sorry it went like that. I kinda wish...I didn't have to go home for holidays." He laughed nervously. That was probably a jerk thing to say, insensitive. Maybe he was a little jealous at least one of his parents seemed okay with him. And, a little jealous that Atlas could say it all. Josiah would never have that kind of courage. "Sorry. At least you've got your mom."