[ Amos' sense of perception is... really not at its strongest at this point in time, to put it mildly. He just sees another guy, and one who has more of his wits about him than Amos does.
He goes from staring at Howl at that first remark to looking at the door and everything that follows thereafter once there's that knock. The floating champagne bottle in particular ends up taking up the bulk of his attention, enough to distract Amos from the rest of Howl's words for a longer-than-socially-acceptable moment.
Eventually he blinks, shakes his head to clear it, looks back up at Howl. ]
Yeah. I just... I gotta get away from that. This is the best way. [ A beat. ] That why you're here too?
[ His words are a little slurred, weighed down by exhaustion. He sighs, feeling a headache come on. Whatever. Champagne, and then he can sleep it off later. ]
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He goes from staring at Howl at that first remark to looking at the door and everything that follows thereafter once there's that knock. The floating champagne bottle in particular ends up taking up the bulk of his attention, enough to distract Amos from the rest of Howl's words for a longer-than-socially-acceptable moment.
Eventually he blinks, shakes his head to clear it, looks back up at Howl. ]
Yeah. I just... I gotta get away from that. This is the best way. [ A beat. ] That why you're here too?
[ His words are a little slurred, weighed down by exhaustion. He sighs, feeling a headache come on. Whatever. Champagne, and then he can sleep it off later. ]