[ Matt's eyes shoot wide with alarm as he realizes where Amos has taken this. Fuck. He didn't mean to give him ammunition to self-blame, he was just trying to point out that Amos wasn't alone in succumbing, that people's psyches are stupid and Matt's is no exception. Now he sees he's rubbed salt into Amos' wounds.

He winces as Amos' head connects with the solid door. He reaches for him, free hand extending instinctively--but stops himself before he gets too close. ]

You didn't, [ Matt fumbles. His words feel clumsy, totally inadequate. If he could give Amos a hug, or one of those shoulder claps he's into, he might actually be able to communicate what he wants to: We're people, right? Doesn't people mean we don't write each other off? But he doesn't know that this is a shoulder-clapping moment. He stumbles on: ] You didn't know that's where I was. I'm just saying, you were not the only one who ended up like that. I wish I'd done better too, but it's not--

You didn't do anything to me. Please understand that.