[ He huffs a soft laugh at her comment. ] Yeah, sorry about that.
[ Amos definitely falls into the category of being totally resistant to triggering the empathy bond; one of the first things he'd acquired as soon as he was able was a pair of gloves. Plain, black, and maybe out of place in the heat, but it's a necessary layer of defence. Better than the alternative.
He feels his own heart rate tick up slightly at her giggle because... not like he's been the kind to be this open while fighting, after a fight, whatever, but it's like Harley is externalizing a lot of what he keeps internal. And there's something invigorating about that. Standing side-by-side with someone like this.
It's really hard to keep the sheer joy he feels from his expression, so he doesn't even try, beams back down at her. ]
I like the sound of that. Never had a fighting buddy before, Harley. [ And she's good, which makes it so much better.
He tilts his head down in her direction without taking his eyes off of the last bunch. ] I'm game if you are. [ Which, she clearly is. He hits a fist against his open palm, centring himself again, down to just his own body and an alternate lifetime's memories of hardcore secret police training. Yeah, that's doable. ]
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[ Amos definitely falls into the category of being totally resistant to triggering the empathy bond; one of the first things he'd acquired as soon as he was able was a pair of gloves. Plain, black, and maybe out of place in the heat, but it's a necessary layer of defence. Better than the alternative.
He feels his own heart rate tick up slightly at her giggle because... not like he's been the kind to be this open while fighting, after a fight, whatever, but it's like Harley is externalizing a lot of what he keeps internal. And there's something invigorating about that. Standing side-by-side with someone like this.
It's really hard to keep the sheer joy he feels from his expression, so he doesn't even try, beams back down at her. ]
I like the sound of that. Never had a fighting buddy before, Harley. [ And she's good, which makes it so much better.
He tilts his head down in her direction without taking his eyes off of the last bunch. ] I'm game if you are. [ Which, she clearly is. He hits a fist against his open palm, centring himself again, down to just his own body and an alternate lifetime's memories of hardcore secret police training. Yeah, that's doable. ]