[ Matt can't read Amos' expression, but the invitation comes through clear enough for him to pick up. He nudges his shoes off and comes to sit beside him. Unlike previous occasions in Amos' room, Matt does not do a college-dorm flop or otherwise sprawl about, but takes up almost a perch at the edge of the bed. As if he thinks he might have to flutter off.

When Amos speaks, Matt ... nods. Slowly. For a moment, he looks as if he's about to reply, but he closes his mouth. Thinks for a minute.

Then: ]

That's what I struggle with, I think. [ In a soft, careful tone. ] It felt in the moment like ... I tried to hurt you, to rip off the bandaid, only it didn't do anything. So it was like I hurt you for no reason.