"Uh-huh." Finn gulped down the rest of the beer in one go, zapping himself with a strange sort of fiery lethargy that manifested just as energy would. He grinned widely at Josiah, his senses swimming; sight and sound was dulled and slightly tuned out now, like being underwater. Once more, Josiah was the anchor. His head rested for a moment on Josiah's shoulder as he gathered himself with a mouth-open breath and began stepping faster. If he moved faster, he'd be more in control of the centripetalism and less likely to careen off the edge. He didn't want to be nearing the end already.