[ Amos watches Sam go, considers his options. He can't follow right after, that would send too many wrong messages - to Sam, to everyone here who saw that, especially to Sam - but at least this time he can actually finish a beer.
He takes his third one with a thankful nod; the clean rag so he can pick the bigger shards of glass out of his head, wash the blood off; no ice, not here. He takes his time with it, really looking forward to being able to go back home soon, lie down, properly embrace the sore muscles and the happy thrumming his body is experiencing in the aftermath of having someone actually fight back. ]
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He takes his third one with a thankful nod; the clean rag so he can pick the bigger shards of glass out of his head, wash the blood off; no ice, not here. He takes his time with it, really looking forward to being able to go back home soon, lie down, properly embrace the sore muscles and the happy thrumming his body is experiencing in the aftermath of having someone actually fight back. ]