The hurt is real and it is deep. Viatorus may not want to keep his hand on Josh for long. Like an iceberg floating on the sea there's so much more than can be seen on the surface. And something else lingering around the man. Mental illness doesn't leave traces like this.

And despite all of that Joshua smiles at Viatorus' words. Crooked on one side and so fragile it can't be anything other than genuine.

"I am trying to be better. I spent months wandering around lost inside my own head. No sense of time or space." A prisoner of in a place he couldn't escape from. "I appreciate it V. I wish I knew how to get better. How you could help. ...What's wrong with me."