"…Yeah, me too."
Finn felt a rush like he had when they'd been making the list, getting really into it. A rush of something that gladdened and also hurt just a little. Hope. He watched as Josiah gulped down some water, then turned to look at him.

"Now what?"

Finn detected a raw edge in Josiah. Jagged with weariness and a muted, bitter desperation. He filled a glass for himself to buy himself a few seconds, to remember. Then he said, "We could go up to the roof and watch the sunrise now. And we're almost in the suburbs right now, so we can walk to the countryside and it'd take half an hour, tops." He sipped and added, "Do you want to?" because Josiah's edge sharply compelled him to.