[ ... Honestly, the lines Matt draws between Amos' past and present aren't all that far off.
He feels his gut sinking at his words, though, progressively deeper and deeper with every one of them. There's a pained hiss through his teeth at the mention of Matt's ex; Amos doesn't know a lot, but... he knows what he needs to know about that. More, really. ]
Jesus. And I tried to put you back there.
[ ... It just slips out. Really, it's further justification for how much Amos sucks, but... jesus. He finds himself leaning against his door, letting the back of his head hit it with a nice solid thunk. When he opens his eyes again, there's a newly pained look to them. ]
Fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry.
[ ... There really wasn't anything worse he could've done, was there. And as much as he can recognize this should be about Matt, Amos can't help that wave of self-loathing. To think that he thought that was a good thing at the time... He's been off his bender for long enough now, but actually, he feels (and possibly looks) nauseated all over again. ]
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He feels his gut sinking at his words, though, progressively deeper and deeper with every one of them. There's a pained hiss through his teeth at the mention of Matt's ex; Amos doesn't know a lot, but... he knows what he needs to know about that. More, really. ]
Jesus. And I tried to put you back there.
[ ... It just slips out. Really, it's further justification for how much Amos sucks, but... jesus. He finds himself leaning against his door, letting the back of his head hit it with a nice solid thunk. When he opens his eyes again, there's a newly pained look to them. ]
Fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry.
[ ... There really wasn't anything worse he could've done, was there. And as much as he can recognize this should be about Matt, Amos can't help that wave of self-loathing. To think that he thought that was a good thing at the time... He's been off his bender for long enough now, but actually, he feels (and possibly looks) nauseated all over again. ]