[ His sigh is more like a shaky exhalation. She sounds so much like Holden right now, and he misses Cap so much it might actually hurt. Amos isn't the type to think about rebuilding — just survival. Rebuilding is for the Holdens of the world. And the Himekas, maybe. He's the kind of guy who just tries to bring them to that finish line, not to actually do anything with it after. He wouldn't know how.
He watches her as she stretches her arms, his own hanging limply in his lap. He was on a weight bench and they've been talking so long — connecting, maybe — that his arms aren't even sore from the previous exertion anymore, sweat cooled from his skin. His expression is blank. It's a nice thought, but... ]
I guess. [ He wouldn't argue with Holden or Naomi if they'd presented this level of optimism, so he won't argue with Hime, either. Just. ] I had shit to do at the end of the world, though. Here it's just. Waiting.
[ He swallows, thick. Nothing dislodges. It never does. ]
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He watches her as she stretches her arms, his own hanging limply in his lap. He was on a weight bench and they've been talking so long — connecting, maybe — that his arms aren't even sore from the previous exertion anymore, sweat cooled from his skin. His expression is blank. It's a nice thought, but... ]
I guess. [ He wouldn't argue with Holden or Naomi if they'd presented this level of optimism, so he won't argue with Hime, either. Just. ] I had shit to do at the end of the world, though. Here it's just. Waiting.
[ He swallows, thick. Nothing dislodges. It never does. ]
Don't know how much longer I can wait.