[ josh draws his hand back, watching the emotion tumble forth with a troubled expression. he's not the right guy for this conversation, he's not the right person for any conversation involving -

well, anything around that night. the bus. the terrible chasm it left within him. ]

I know.

[ he lets out a breath. trying to think about how he felt - and knowing that his fuckup had him fleeing the others for years. ]

Look, uh... [ his blank eyes shift skyward, searching the neon haze for a moment before dropping back down. ] You're welcome, man. I just meant - that night was a long time ago for me. I forgave you ages ago, and... I dunno, things got messy... forget what you're supposed say. What do you want to say?