[ In better circumstances, Amos would gladly take the victory for finally being able to get one over on Gen. But it sucks that he has to apologize at all, so all he's got is his own sinking little feeling at waiting for what he's said to actually be received, a selfish little hope that it'll help. He really wouldn't blame Gen if he told him to just fuck off, permanently.

It's easy to misinterpret the stray feelings you're picking up off of someone else when they're that thrown off, after all. That, and when you're still too wrapped up in your own self-hatred to see any bigger picture.

Amos just continues to ignore his own drink, staring up at Gen with... he doesn't know how he feels.

A small exhalation of relief at his words, apparently. He's not about to let himself off the hook, but at least he isn't being shunned. It's a signal that this can be fixed, so. He'll try that, but that means something else needs to be addressed. ]

It does matter. It means I have the capacity to hurt you. I don't want to, but if I did it once before, it means I could do it again.

[ It's all delivered softly, the furthest thing from a threat possible — except for the actual content of what he's saying, but nevermind that, he just has a great way with words is all.

Amos sighs, deep and heavy. Closes his eyes. When he opens them again, there's a seriousness to his gaze. ]

I don't want to. But I clearly can't be trusted. Something needs to be done about that, and I don't know what that is.