[ He blinks at her smile. Is that... it? Just like that? ]
Kinda sounds like it's gonna come to that, then.
[ But he's out here, in the middle of nowhere. Safely tucked away from it all, where he can't fuck up, hurt anyone else.
(It vaguely occurs to him that this has hurt him. He doesn't like the feeling, foreign and weird, so he pushes it away, snuffs it out. If she's not gonna talk about it, then neither is he.
It's still there, though. Not consciously, but when he speaks, it's in the back of his mind: she knows something about you nobody else does. And it just. Puts a different tinge on things.)
Amos frowns. He's not sure what he's frowning at, just that things are different now. His voice is quiet when he speaks up again, maybe more to himself than her. ]
I just don't want to fuck up and kill the wrong people.
[ He clears his throat. Looks at his feet, the area around them, his eyes landing on the food she'd been taking out that's been long since forgotten. ]
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Kinda sounds like it's gonna come to that, then.
[ But he's out here, in the middle of nowhere. Safely tucked away from it all, where he can't fuck up, hurt anyone else.
(It vaguely occurs to him that this has hurt him. He doesn't like the feeling, foreign and weird, so he pushes it away, snuffs it out. If she's not gonna talk about it, then neither is he.
It's still there, though. Not consciously, but when he speaks, it's in the back of his mind: she knows something about you nobody else does. And it just. Puts a different tinge on things.)
Amos frowns. He's not sure what he's frowning at, just that things are different now. His voice is quiet when he speaks up again, maybe more to himself than her. ]
I just don't want to fuck up and kill the wrong people.
[ He clears his throat. Looks at his feet, the area around them, his eyes landing on the food she'd been taking out that's been long since forgotten. ]
Think your bread got ruined.