Josiah shrugged one shoulder. "It's fine," he muttered. He wouldn't say any more about it and ended the conversation just like that. It's not like he disliked Atlas or the way he was. He just got a little...anxious. He sighed and stared up at the sky before turning his attention to his surroundings so he could hurry across a parking lot turn in. "I like burritos too. It's like an artery clog stuffed in a tortilla." He chuckled a bit. His mom would have a fit if she saw his eating habits, but he couldn't care less.