[ Amos falls quiet, absorbing her words. It's his turn to stare blankly at the bar top for a moment. He can't really refute her. And it's not like he wants to argue, either. They just... don't add up to the full picture. Not quite.
When he looks back up at her, any trace of a smile is gone from his expression, but it's an open and honest one. ]
Thanks.
[ He wants to play it off like it's no big deal, but it clearly is, and they both know it. He's sincere in his response. Sometimes it's not so much what's said as much as how it's said. ]
Kinda what anyone should do, but yeah. I get what you mean. [ A beat. ] Glad I can be that kind of person for you.
[ It's not really a full acceptance of the idea of being a good person, but it's more than he usually thinks of himself. And it's nice, knowing he can have these kinds of relationships, get them right. Not like he's going to try to downplay that. ]
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When he looks back up at her, any trace of a smile is gone from his expression, but it's an open and honest one. ]
Thanks.
[ He wants to play it off like it's no big deal, but it clearly is, and they both know it. He's sincere in his response. Sometimes it's not so much what's said as much as how it's said. ]
Kinda what anyone should do, but yeah. I get what you mean. [ A beat. ] Glad I can be that kind of person for you.
[ It's not really a full acceptance of the idea of being a good person, but it's more than he usually thinks of himself. And it's nice, knowing he can have these kinds of relationships, get them right. Not like he's going to try to downplay that. ]