[ In another time, before this, they should have broken bread together. Go to a real feast. Something, anything like that. Amos' standards for food are pretty low — thanks, living in space — but he's yet to come across anything in Abraxas that he doesn't love. The two of them probably could have kept up with each other.
Except he isn't as hungry now as he could've been, anyway. Doesn't know if he'll feel that peace around Himeka that would gladly see him stuff his face alongside her ever again.
He looks back at the rod, still in his hands. There hasn't been a bite through all of this. Maybe the bread'll bring something up. ]
Yeah, sure.
[ So he settles back in to do some fishing, just as he'd been wont to do before. This.
The silence he settles into is companionable, if distant. ]
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Except he isn't as hungry now as he could've been, anyway. Doesn't know if he'll feel that peace around Himeka that would gladly see him stuff his face alongside her ever again.
He looks back at the rod, still in his hands. There hasn't been a bite through all of this. Maybe the bread'll bring something up. ]
Yeah, sure.
[ So he settles back in to do some fishing, just as he'd been wont to do before. This.
The silence he settles into is companionable, if distant. ]