[ He meets her banter with a tilt of his head, a good-natured narrowing of his eyes, as he retrieves a cutting board, puts one of the loaves of bread on it, and gets to work. Fine, alright, and any other pseudo-whiny retort that should not be coming from a man of his age.
He keeps at it as she speaks, cutting clean and even slices and nodding along in agreement, though he slows down when she gets to the part about getting things off his chest. Stops entirely to look up at her, giving her an unreadable look—
And then they're mercifully interrupted, and Amos goes back to finishing off the first loaf, not even paying that much attention to all of the other food they've been brought (well, not enthusiastically at least; he can admit they both look and smell good, and the noise his stomach gives undoubtedly gives him away).
He pulls out the second loaf as the kid goes on his way, but his motions are calm and once again even as Ciel switches topics. Without looking up, ] Mayo's good. We got hot sauce here too, right?
[ Because he's pretty sure he could use something like that right about now. Amos finishes cutting up the second loaf, looks at all of the slices he's got piled atop one another and sets the bread knife down, leaning against the table as he turns back to face Ciel. ]
Talking about things after hasn't exactly been my thing. Pretty sure I got it all out of my system. [ As confident as he sounds about that, though... who knows, really. Certainly not him, since most of the time he's unaware of what his emotions actually are. ] But if that's what you want to do, I owe you that much.
[ In other words: he's not stoked about the idea, but he'll go along with an honest effort if that's what she thinks is best. ]
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He keeps at it as she speaks, cutting clean and even slices and nodding along in agreement, though he slows down when she gets to the part about getting things off his chest. Stops entirely to look up at her, giving her an unreadable look—
And then they're mercifully interrupted, and Amos goes back to finishing off the first loaf, not even paying that much attention to all of the other food they've been brought (well, not enthusiastically at least; he can admit they both look and smell good, and the noise his stomach gives undoubtedly gives him away).
He pulls out the second loaf as the kid goes on his way, but his motions are calm and once again even as Ciel switches topics. Without looking up, ] Mayo's good. We got hot sauce here too, right?
[ Because he's pretty sure he could use something like that right about now. Amos finishes cutting up the second loaf, looks at all of the slices he's got piled atop one another and sets the bread knife down, leaning against the table as he turns back to face Ciel. ]
Talking about things after hasn't exactly been my thing. Pretty sure I got it all out of my system. [ As confident as he sounds about that, though... who knows, really. Certainly not him, since most of the time he's unaware of what his emotions actually are. ] But if that's what you want to do, I owe you that much.
[ In other words: he's not stoked about the idea, but he'll go along with an honest effort if that's what she thinks is best. ]