The touch doesn't register right away. Harley can feel scars starting to form on his hands where the less fresh cuts have already begun to heal. He's lost weight since last time she saw him. Looks like he's malnourished and probably dehydrated.

Eventually though whatever voices Joshua is enslaved to relent or make him take notice of the woman who's been standing there holding his hand for lord only knows how long.

"...Harrrrrrley?"