Josiah dropped his arms a second later. One second of wind and beauty, then the view below turned back to ordinary. The world, nothing more. It was still beautiful in theory, but he saw it as just lights, houses, and trees without a hint of emotion attached to those things. He shouldn't be attached to them. Turning over his shoulder, he met Finn's gaze for a long second. Then, without thinking, he held out his hand to take. "Aren't you going to come over to the edge with me?" he asked, head tilted just slightly. He asked the question softly, letting the night speak louder than him. The noise from below almost swallowed it up, but here, they were in their own world so it seemed only appropriate to whisper. A sad look danced over his face and stayed. "I'm scared because I think it's beautiful."