[ The worry goes right over Amos' head. He doesn't deserve to have anyone worrying over him; he doesn't need it, either. He can more than look out for himself, despite all evidence to the contrary.

Barnaby's bruise doesn't really register, either, though his words do. Amos raises his eyebrows at the idea of someone being out here for a mere walk — really? This part of the city? Sure man, whatever floats your boat — before furrowing them at the question. ]

Not sure. Gotta be a couple days now, I think. 's all kinda blending together.

[ That's kinda part of the point, isn't it?? Just let everything fade away into nothingness, including the passage of time, and he's certainly drunk enough to be doing that. ]

I was just going— was ready to go to the next place. [ Did he get kicked out of the last place? Did his Aion clout finally dry up when it came to getting comped drinks? Did he just get bored and want to go somewhere new? Who even knows. Probably some combination of the three, really. ] That what you're doing on your walk here? Trying to find somewhere good. There's lots of spots...

[ His voice trails off aimlessly, but judging by the way he's still slurring his words, can't really stand without swaying slightly, and is definitely not what one could even remotely consider sober, there are lots of appropriate spots here. Good ones, even, if he says so himself. ]