Though Josiah kept his eyes forward and down, toward the city below, he couldn't help but stay hyper aware of Finn's hand in his. When he squeezed slightly, and then the shift as he sat, just the solid weight of it. Oh so very solid. Josiah didn't assign any thought or feeling to it, not sure what it meant that he couldn't get this other boy out of his head, but other heavier thoughts were weighing down on top of that now. He sighed again, letting his eyes slip closed. If he just tilted his body forward, all of the solidness would let go of him and disappear into the wind. Already, the only reminder of his body was the weight of Finn's hand in his.

The other boy's words pulled his out of his reverie and he opened his eyes. Below, the city was still there just as it had been before. Josiah dragged a hand over his face, then dropped it back to his side. "...No." He breathed out the word after silence fell between them, not sure himself if he meant to answer or not. Letting out a long sigh, he finally said what he really meant. "We were never supposed to be friends. And I don't need anyone to try to fix me either, fix...this." The words came out harsh, but real. He didn't know what this was, but he feared that if he shared the truth, that was the first step to changing it. Maybe he might need that, but he didn't want it. Too late, this was already too late.

Barely a second of silence passed before Josiah continued in a choked voice and then cut himself off in the same instant. "But-" But despite what he said, a part of him wanted to share.