[ The wince has Matt expecting the worst, or at least fretting briefly about a concussion. A moment later, he realizes ... people probably don't get those from normal bumps ... and a moment after that, he wonders bittersweetly if that reaction is him trying to protect Amos like he tried in Venera. Too late, and flailingly.
But then Amos invites him in. Matt's surprised, pleasantly so. Maybe it wasn't the worst idea in the world for him to come and try to find Amos in person; maybe the chasm that seems to have sprung up between them is all in Matt's imagination, insubstantial as mist. ]
Oh, [ he says, as Amos holds the door open, ] that'd be nice, thanks. I'd like to.
[ Matt's words and expression are pretty stilted, but he moves easily enough as he passes Amos by to enter the room. (As ever, he's more at ease physically than in virtually any other aspect.) Once inside, though, he doesn't take a seat or otherwise flop himself down. Instead, he glances to Amos with a small smile--still a touch fretful, but curious and optimistic at bottom. ]
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But then Amos invites him in. Matt's surprised, pleasantly so. Maybe it wasn't the worst idea in the world for him to come and try to find Amos in person; maybe the chasm that seems to have sprung up between them is all in Matt's imagination, insubstantial as mist. ]
Oh, [ he says, as Amos holds the door open, ] that'd be nice, thanks. I'd like to.
[ Matt's words and expression are pretty stilted, but he moves easily enough as he passes Amos by to enter the room. (As ever, he's more at ease physically than in virtually any other aspect.) Once inside, though, he doesn't take a seat or otherwise flop himself down. Instead, he glances to Amos with a small smile--still a touch fretful, but curious and optimistic at bottom. ]