An expression something like a smirk passed over Josiah's face. He didn't say anything, but it amused him how well Atlas understood. He did not need to confirm his mom held him up. His friend's chatter swept the sour memory away. Despite his chatter being about things Josiah neither knew or cared about, listening to it soothed him. He set his suitcase on one of the beds. Right as he turned, Atlas grabbed him up in a hug. Josiah stiffened, then relaxed after a second. He'd grown used to the other's shows of affection and he'd come to enjoy them as long as they only came in moments of private. Josiah hugged Atlas back briefly before pulling away to rifle through his suitcase. "Pizza would work for me. Hm, this place is smaller with our stuff in it," he remarked. Viewing an empty flat for sell was different than living in it. "We can talk about our breaks over food."