[ At first Amos just watches Matt, unreadable. He isn't sure if this is denial on Matt's end or if he's actually telling the truth, but really, he'll react the same way whichever it is: a moment of hesitation, something unidentifiable shifting in his gut.
(It's guilt. Or regret. Or sadness. Or all three; either way.)
He lets the dam break with a blink, a subtle slumping of his shoulders, exhaustion settling itself back in on him. He knew he wouldn't be so lucky to escape it that quickly. Doesn't deserve that. ]
You got nothing to apologize for. [ His voice is quiet but sincere as he doesn't break eye contact. This isn't him trying to deflect or make someone else feel better with platitudes; this is Amos owning his shit. ] I should be the one saying sorry. And I am. It's my fault you were put in that position. I did that to you.
[ ... Is it going to end there or what; Amos isn't sure. He doesn't make a move to open the door to his room, wondering if Matt would even want to be in the same space as him after all of that. He wouldn't blame him if the answer was no. ]
no subject
(It's guilt. Or regret. Or sadness. Or all three; either way.)
He lets the dam break with a blink, a subtle slumping of his shoulders, exhaustion settling itself back in on him. He knew he wouldn't be so lucky to escape it that quickly. Doesn't deserve that. ]
You got nothing to apologize for. [ His voice is quiet but sincere as he doesn't break eye contact. This isn't him trying to deflect or make someone else feel better with platitudes; this is Amos owning his shit. ] I should be the one saying sorry. And I am. It's my fault you were put in that position. I did that to you.
[ ... Is it going to end there or what; Amos isn't sure. He doesn't make a move to open the door to his room, wondering if Matt would even want to be in the same space as him after all of that. He wouldn't blame him if the answer was no. ]