[ ......... okay, yeah, he's in way over his head.
Gen had been listening calmly enough at first, but as Amos speaks, he might feel a prickle of emotion welling up through the empathetic connection forged by their shared Legacy. A muted, subtle cocktail of confusion, hesitation and discomfort, tinged with concern. And, perhaps surprisingly, reluctant sympathy. Though Gen tries to keep his expression at a stoic neutral, there's no way he can prevent the way his brow furrows, jaw clenching tight as he tries to digest everything Amos is saying.
Fuck, where to even begin with all this. Truth be told, Gen had wanted to speak here, in this bar, mostly because he hadn't been in the mood to figure out a new meeting place when he'd come here with Misa. Wanting to meet in the same bar the following day had just been the first suggestion that came to mind, but at this point, yeah, he's starting to get the sense that maybe it was a bad idea.
Ugh. Whatever. He'll ... make it work.
The bartender slides him his drink, and Gen takes a slow sip, his gaze never quite leaving Amos. Puts his glass down, exhales slowly. Closes his eyes for a moment to think. Then leans heavily against the bar as he stares into the ripples in his glass. ]
You know it can still feel shitty, right? Even if you're following the right person, even if you believe they'll always know what to do. Even if you think they're telling you to do the right things. It can still feel shitty sometimes -- you know that, right?
[ There's something uncharacteristically quiet and restless about the cadence of Gen's words. Almost skittish. And for some reason, Amos might feel an image flicker through his mind -- only because it's only he's already seen before, that same unfamiliar woman he'd seen from Gen's memories back in Venera. But Gen shows no sign of noticing anything Amos might be seeing sympathetically, keeping his head ducked and his words almost directed down at his glass. ]
S'not like you'll magically be happy about everything you have to do once you find the right person either, so ... it's fine, isn't it. If you fuck up once in a while. 'Cause you followed your instincts, or whatever. [ He's not even sure what point he's trying to make any more. ] Or are you gonna go pulling this shit every time you do something that doesn't feel right afterwards? They're gonna find you dead in a ditch someday, at that rate.
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Gen had been listening calmly enough at first, but as Amos speaks, he might feel a prickle of emotion welling up through the empathetic connection forged by their shared Legacy. A muted, subtle cocktail of confusion, hesitation and discomfort, tinged with concern. And, perhaps surprisingly, reluctant sympathy. Though Gen tries to keep his expression at a stoic neutral, there's no way he can prevent the way his brow furrows, jaw clenching tight as he tries to digest everything Amos is saying.
Fuck, where to even begin with all this. Truth be told, Gen had wanted to speak here, in this bar, mostly because he hadn't been in the mood to figure out a new meeting place when he'd come here with Misa. Wanting to meet in the same bar the following day had just been the first suggestion that came to mind, but at this point, yeah, he's starting to get the sense that maybe it was a bad idea.
Ugh. Whatever. He'll ... make it work.
The bartender slides him his drink, and Gen takes a slow sip, his gaze never quite leaving Amos. Puts his glass down, exhales slowly. Closes his eyes for a moment to think. Then leans heavily against the bar as he stares into the ripples in his glass. ]
You know it can still feel shitty, right? Even if you're following the right person, even if you believe they'll always know what to do. Even if you think they're telling you to do the right things. It can still feel shitty sometimes -- you know that, right?
[ There's something uncharacteristically quiet and restless about the cadence of Gen's words. Almost skittish. And for some reason, Amos might feel an image flicker through his mind -- only because it's only he's already seen before, that same unfamiliar woman he'd seen from Gen's memories back in Venera. But Gen shows no sign of noticing anything Amos might be seeing sympathetically, keeping his head ducked and his words almost directed down at his glass. ]
S'not like you'll magically be happy about everything you have to do once you find the right person either, so ... it's fine, isn't it. If you fuck up once in a while. 'Cause you followed your instincts, or whatever. [ He's not even sure what point he's trying to make any more. ] Or are you gonna go pulling this shit every time you do something that doesn't feel right afterwards? They're gonna find you dead in a ditch someday, at that rate.