[ He shrugs, non-committal even though his words are a commitment; exhausted with himself. But when he says something, he means it. So. Yeah. ]
Sure.
[ He'd do that. Wouldn't have said it otherwise. From her words, Amos knows all about the kind of life she's lived, is more than familiar with it.
He blinks, stares when she calls him good. That's what. He's trying; that's what he's trying to be. He can never get there on his own, though.
Except here he's on his own. And someone thinks that of him. And he genuinely doesn't know what to do with that, but it feels like an added pressure to doing right by her. Makes it more important.
He should probably actually say something. Blinks again after his prolonged silence. ]
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Sure.
[ He'd do that. Wouldn't have said it otherwise. From her words, Amos knows all about the kind of life she's lived, is more than familiar with it.
He blinks, stares when she calls him good. That's what. He's trying; that's what he's trying to be. He can never get there on his own, though.
Except here he's on his own. And someone thinks that of him. And he genuinely doesn't know what to do with that, but it feels like an added pressure to doing right by her. Makes it more important.
He should probably actually say something. Blinks again after his prolonged silence. ]
Name's Amos.