[ That second attempt reaches him, albeit with a delayed reaction time. Amos blinks, squeezing his eyes shut like that'll help reorient himself, opens them again to look up at Barnaby proper. Another few seconds, and then recognition dawns in his gaze. ]
Hey.
[ He's dishevelled and only partially alert, hair mussed up and eyes still a little glassy, but at least he knows who Barnaby is. ... Where he is. Amos blinks again, then cants his head as though to confirm it's actually Barnaby here with him, making the scratches on his neck all the more visible if Barnaby's gaze so happens to land there. ]
What're you doing here? Didn't know you...
[ And there's the slight slur to his words, though it's not as bad as it probably should be. He half-heartedly gestures at their surroundings, Didn't know you came to places like this, but hell, he's not objecting. ]
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Hey.
[ He's dishevelled and only partially alert, hair mussed up and eyes still a little glassy, but at least he knows who Barnaby is. ... Where he is. Amos blinks again, then cants his head as though to confirm it's actually Barnaby here with him, making the scratches on his neck all the more visible if Barnaby's gaze so happens to land there. ]
What're you doing here? Didn't know you...
[ And there's the slight slur to his words, though it's not as bad as it probably should be. He half-heartedly gestures at their surroundings, Didn't know you came to places like this, but hell, he's not objecting. ]