Well. [ Amos' tone is thoughtful, with an accompanying tilt of his head as he faces Matt. ] If it didn't do anything, then it didn't hurt me, did it?

[ There's a degree of levity to him, a casual statement of fact, exactly the same as having to explain that the sky is up and water's wet. He's perched similar to Matt, albeit a little deeper on the bed, a little more settled in. It's his space. He can exercise as much authority as he wants over it, and he will.

Except then Amos falls silent. He looks down at his hands, folded together and resting between his legs just off the edge of the bed. Back up at Matt when he speaks again, holding his gaze and with full sincerity in his voice. ]

Yeah, I've been raped. A lot, actually. But it's never gonna happen again, so I think it's okay. Everything you did was okay.