[ Amos does pick up on that prickle of Gen's emotions; it's just that they're kinda confusing to him, too subtle and too many of them for him to really put a name to. Discomfort stands out the most, though, and... yeah. He really can't blame Gen there. Pretty sure he's been giving him that feeling the entire time, actually, and maybe it was stupid of him to think it could ever really go away. That's not the kind of person he is; that's not what was he was built into. So he really doesn't know what to expect here, after he's laid out his own damage so clearly.
He certainly wasn't expecting what Gen lays back out for him, the sense that he's sharing something with him, too. He hesitates as Gen talks, then reaches for his own glass, takes a small sip. It's something to do. Maybe it's more appropriate now, tit for tat in commiseration. ]
Would that be a bad thing? [ If he was found dead in a ditch. It could be self-deprecating humour. It's not. The question is a real one, because there's a part of him that knows, that appreciates, the fact that he has very little good to offer this world. Any world.
... Bit much, maybe, to be springing on Gen when Amos gets the sense he's trying to share something with him. He shakes his head; he should try to brush that one off, actually. ] I don't need to be happy. Not entirely sure if I can be. Just... it's okay if things are shitty, as long as you aren't hurting anyone else. I don't mind making that trade if it means I can keep my people safe.
[ And that includes Gen. Amos can sense the way he's fucking this up, letting it slip through his fingers. He did pick up on the image of that woman again, but without any knowledge of what it means, it's just... it's there. She's related somehow, he figures, but this hardly seems like the place to ask about it, if he ever even will.
... A beat, and then, tentative, ] Are you okay with making that trade?
[ There'll be support for him there, no matter what his answer is. ]
cw suicidal ideation
He certainly wasn't expecting what Gen lays back out for him, the sense that he's sharing something with him, too. He hesitates as Gen talks, then reaches for his own glass, takes a small sip. It's something to do. Maybe it's more appropriate now, tit for tat in commiseration. ]
Would that be a bad thing? [ If he was found dead in a ditch. It could be self-deprecating humour. It's not. The question is a real one, because there's a part of him that knows, that appreciates, the fact that he has very little good to offer this world. Any world.
... Bit much, maybe, to be springing on Gen when Amos gets the sense he's trying to share something with him. He shakes his head; he should try to brush that one off, actually. ] I don't need to be happy. Not entirely sure if I can be. Just... it's okay if things are shitty, as long as you aren't hurting anyone else. I don't mind making that trade if it means I can keep my people safe.
[ And that includes Gen. Amos can sense the way he's fucking this up, letting it slip through his fingers. He did pick up on the image of that woman again, but without any knowledge of what it means, it's just... it's there. She's related somehow, he figures, but this hardly seems like the place to ask about it, if he ever even will.
... A beat, and then, tentative, ] Are you okay with making that trade?
[ There'll be support for him there, no matter what his answer is. ]