[ He's pliable enough, recognizing that Barnaby's just here to hang out, so sure, Amos will move along according to his whims easily. Not like Barnaby's capable of hurting him, not like he's someone Amos has hurt, like back in Venera.
... The thought of that place, of everything he'd done there, rises up, twisting in his gut; Amos frowns, looking around for a second before Barnaby's words bring him back to earth. That's the whole point of— He's running from his problems, Barnaby's helping him do that, it's fine, he's okay. Any looks of queasiness are gone pretty quick as Amos eyes the water before him, takes a drink of it.
... Eh. It's fine. He can afford to take a break now, get something else later.
He furrows his brow at the suggestion of food like it's one of the most difficult questions he's ever faced in his life, and he really, really needs to concentrate on it — so much, that Barnaby's offer of paying for it goes right over Amos' head. He's been getting plenty of shit for free the past few days, not like it really matters... ]
Meat. [ Yeah, yeah, okay, that's a good answer. That sounds good to him. ] Anything meaty as fuck. None of the soy crap I had to eat back up in space... something, you know, fucking real. That grew natural, not in a fucking vat.
[ God, that sounds good. And it's actually possible here. Amos settles further back into his chair, looking up and around them again. Where'd they end up? Eh... doesn't really matter, he'll find the next place after this one easily enough. ]
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... The thought of that place, of everything he'd done there, rises up, twisting in his gut; Amos frowns, looking around for a second before Barnaby's words bring him back to earth. That's the whole point of— He's running from his problems, Barnaby's helping him do that, it's fine, he's okay. Any looks of queasiness are gone pretty quick as Amos eyes the water before him, takes a drink of it.
... Eh. It's fine. He can afford to take a break now, get something else later.
He furrows his brow at the suggestion of food like it's one of the most difficult questions he's ever faced in his life, and he really, really needs to concentrate on it — so much, that Barnaby's offer of paying for it goes right over Amos' head. He's been getting plenty of shit for free the past few days, not like it really matters... ]
Meat. [ Yeah, yeah, okay, that's a good answer. That sounds good to him. ] Anything meaty as fuck. None of the soy crap I had to eat back up in space... something, you know, fucking real. That grew natural, not in a fucking vat.
[ God, that sounds good. And it's actually possible here. Amos settles further back into his chair, looking up and around them again. Where'd they end up? Eh... doesn't really matter, he'll find the next place after this one easily enough. ]