[ Amos gets it, that shrug. There's no point in regrets. Doesn't accomplish anything. You just live through the next fuckup, and the next, and the next. Maybe, at some point, you learn from past mistakes; learn how to not repeat them, have one fewer fuckup. But when it all stems from shit when you were a kid? You aren't thinking later in life then. Then, there's really nothing you can do about it.

So, yeah. He nods; gets it. He doesn't get along with that many people. That time they were without memories, this here right now... probably explains a bit as to why that's happening here.

He frowns at the idea of needing a fresh start, though. Maybe for her, if that's what she needed. He doesn't know shit about her husband, if she really needed to get away from him or what. For Amos, though. Sure, there are worse scenarios out there, but... ]

Kinda had my fill of fresh starts. I was in a pretty good place back home. Best place I've ever been in, actually. Not exactly stoked about losing all of that.

[ Of winding up somewhere foreign, a land well behind the time period and technological level he's used to, without a single person from back home around to help him navigate. He's met some people, but it isn't the same. He's been floundering.

Uncertainty takes over his features, followed up by a shrug of his own. Nothing you can do, right? He just has to not think about it, which is sometimes easier said than done. Which is pretty disconcerting all on its own. And not helping him. ]