[ Not like he'd been watching where he was going, either, but at least to the little credit Amos has left he'd been standing still.
It had been a moment of indecision for him — booze or sex, booze or sex — when he'd been left looking at the outside of the same establishment those Achamites had been trying to draw Gray into. Maybe they were going to be the scales that tipped his decision, at least until he'd felt her bump into him, and even with his delayed reaction time he had enough of an idea as to what had just happened to rest a gentle but firm hand down on her shoulder.
And then he'd looked down, trying to see just what, exactly, had happened, and... oh, fuck. She's small. She's young. She really shouldn't be here, and Amos is hardly in a position to try to help someone else out when he can't even keep track of himself, but it just so happens this is a very specific scenario he'd rather she avoid...
He's too drunk for this. ]
Hey. [ His voice is rough around the edges after some days of abuse, but it's as soft as he can make it all the same. Amos keeps his hand down on Gray's shoulder, but the touch is so light she could easily slip away from it if she wanted to. ] You okay?
[ He really doesn't know what he's going to do if she says that she isn't. Also, he has the sense that he should probably recognize her, but wherever he could have possibly seen her before just isn't coming to him at all. Only so much one can do when you've never really spoken to someone before and you've spent some time dulling your mind on purpose. ]
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It had been a moment of indecision for him — booze or sex, booze or sex — when he'd been left looking at the outside of the same establishment those Achamites had been trying to draw Gray into. Maybe they were going to be the scales that tipped his decision, at least until he'd felt her bump into him, and even with his delayed reaction time he had enough of an idea as to what had just happened to rest a gentle but firm hand down on her shoulder.
And then he'd looked down, trying to see just what, exactly, had happened, and... oh, fuck. She's small. She's young. She really shouldn't be here, and Amos is hardly in a position to try to help someone else out when he can't even keep track of himself, but it just so happens this is a very specific scenario he'd rather she avoid...
He's too drunk for this. ]
Hey. [ His voice is rough around the edges after some days of abuse, but it's as soft as he can make it all the same. Amos keeps his hand down on Gray's shoulder, but the touch is so light she could easily slip away from it if she wanted to. ] You okay?
[ He really doesn't know what he's going to do if she says that she isn't. Also, he has the sense that he should probably recognize her, but wherever he could have possibly seen her before just isn't coming to him at all. Only so much one can do when you've never really spoken to someone before and you've spent some time dulling your mind on purpose. ]