[ The corner of his mouth quirk upwards, if only for a second, at the humble comment. Sure, maybe. More that it's just something he hasn't really thought of — he's not really a big picture guy, like the others — but the point isn't worth arguing.
Especially when they're. Well. He hadn't really thought about it before, but... yeah. ]
Yeah. We're Friends.
[ He looks back down at Himeka, makes eye contact, looking into that earnestness. He doesn't make friends easily. Or at all, really. He speaks plainly, but there's affection in his voice, the way his eyes crinkle, his mouth falls into a natural smile. They'd been friendly without memories. She'd done her best to help him in prison, when he was about to lose it. (Still might, but probably won't with her here.) And just... seeing someone he knows here, in the society that he knows nothing about, can't fit into.
If they're not friends, then what else would they be? Amos claps a hand on her shoulder, keeps it there. ]
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Especially when they're. Well. He hadn't really thought about it before, but... yeah. ]
Yeah. We're Friends.
[ He looks back down at Himeka, makes eye contact, looking into that earnestness. He doesn't make friends easily. Or at all, really. He speaks plainly, but there's affection in his voice, the way his eyes crinkle, his mouth falls into a natural smile. They'd been friendly without memories. She'd done her best to help him in prison, when he was about to lose it. (Still might, but probably won't with her here.) And just... seeing someone he knows here, in the society that he knows nothing about, can't fit into.
If they're not friends, then what else would they be? Amos claps a hand on her shoulder, keeps it there. ]