[ He has no clue what Geralt is thinking in these moments of silence. Supposes it doesn't really matter. Geralt doesn't strike him as the type to reject him, throw him out, try to kill him without reason. It wouldn't even bother Amos if he was, but turns out there's something nice about sitting in silence, just watching him, figuring whatever he does end up responding with won't hurt.
Probably won't help, either. But won't hurt. And without the people who actually know him around, it might be more valuable than he would've thought.
His lips part slightly before he answers, stay parted as he turns Geralt's words over in his head. ]
Guess that's one way of looking at it, yeah. But yeah. Kinda out of options beyond that.
[ That last part, though, sounds more uncertain than it should. It's true that people don't stay — except it had been. He doesn't know how many months it's been since he last saw his crew. They were the ones who stayed. As temporary as his trip back to Earth was supposed to have been, he's still the one who left; as suited as he was to live in the wasteland it became, he doesn't think that particular skillset is going to translate to where he is now.
So, fuck. There's a clock counting down, he's pretty sure, only he's not privy to its numbers, when it's going to go off.
It'll get him by until it won't. Even Lydia must've known there was an expiration date on what she tried to teach him.
He looks back up at Geralt, just a little bit of resignation creeping in now. ] Whatever else is gonna happen is gonna happen. [ He'll delay the inevitable until the inevitable comes. There's only one kind of ending for guys like him, anyway. ]
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Probably won't help, either. But won't hurt. And without the people who actually know him around, it might be more valuable than he would've thought.
His lips part slightly before he answers, stay parted as he turns Geralt's words over in his head. ]
Guess that's one way of looking at it, yeah. But yeah. Kinda out of options beyond that.
[ That last part, though, sounds more uncertain than it should. It's true that people don't stay — except it had been. He doesn't know how many months it's been since he last saw his crew. They were the ones who stayed. As temporary as his trip back to Earth was supposed to have been, he's still the one who left; as suited as he was to live in the wasteland it became, he doesn't think that particular skillset is going to translate to where he is now.
So, fuck. There's a clock counting down, he's pretty sure, only he's not privy to its numbers, when it's going to go off.
It'll get him by until it won't. Even Lydia must've known there was an expiration date on what she tried to teach him.
He looks back up at Geralt, just a little bit of resignation creeping in now. ] Whatever else is gonna happen is gonna happen. [ He'll delay the inevitable until the inevitable comes. There's only one kind of ending for guys like him, anyway. ]