[ Amos instinctively jerks his head back to try to avoid Homelander's fingers. One finger catches the corner of his eye before he twists his head to the side, avoiding the worst of it; it would hurt like a motherfucker if he were in a position to register pain, but all that's coming through is violent anger. He'll have to sit with that later, the red spot blooming in his sclera, the scratches on his cheek before he gets away.
It forces him to lose his grip, the sound of Homelander's head hitting the bars and the accompanying scream doing nothing to sate him. The shit he was fucking saying right before— He can't fight through bars like this, not really, take them away, see what happens then—
He growls again, smacking his palms against the bars in his frustration at their hindrance, the way they leave Homelander out of reach, the way they're denying even the fight he so desperately needs right now, leaving him only to stare out like a caged wildcat ready and unable to truly go after its target. ]
hell yeah let's go
It forces him to lose his grip, the sound of Homelander's head hitting the bars and the accompanying scream doing nothing to sate him. The shit he was fucking saying right before— He can't fight through bars like this, not really, take them away, see what happens then—
He growls again, smacking his palms against the bars in his frustration at their hindrance, the way they leave Homelander out of reach, the way they're denying even the fight he so desperately needs right now, leaving him only to stare out like a caged wildcat ready and unable to truly go after its target. ]