Similarly Josh was fighting less than desirable moods. Thing is that for the first time since everything happened he was starting to feel more like himself. He felt like he could joke and meet people without fearing he was wasting precious time. It was the hope that did it, being here with all these people gave him hope that he might find his family after all. Before he got here he had been unbearably dark. Day in and day out he tried to track his family, depending on the phases of the moon to give him heightened senses and then dreading the night of transformation. The morning after he'd find out how far he'd traveled and check to make sure he hadn't been infected. The wolf was a liability and he had been more scared...but more determined...than ever before.
Still, the prison wouldn't hold off the darkness of his fear of losing everyone for too much longer. The nightmares would make sure of that. In the meantime he was most at peace in the infirmary, where he was now. He was leaned over a desk, reaching out for a pen so he could fill out a routine form, when he heard someone walk over.
His gaze slipped to the new person as his hand slipped out from under him and he scrambled to regain his balance, grabbing the pen as he stood up straight and gave a short awkward laugh at his own expense. "Right! Okay cool should I sign for it or something? I do have a pen." another awkward laugh "Yeah i'm new. I bet it shows...I'm Josh." and he held out a hand in greeting.