[ Amos shuts his eyes when Matt speaks at first, and when he finishes — when he affirms his commitment to making it happen — he nods, the movement causing the side of his head to gently rub up and down against Matt's. That's it, though. He's also quiet, but — he believes him. He senses that companionship, the kind that he's pretty sure has been with the both of them since they met up again outside of the cave. After getting a glimpse of what the other went through, after knowing that on some level, there's gonna be an understanding between them that may be inaccessible to others.
Of course Matt would want to create a world without that shit in it. Realistically, anyone would, but... there's a reason it exists to begin with. There are still people who have no problem participating in it. So it matters. That even if it'll be hard, it matters that Matt wants the same thing he does.
Amos cracks his eyes open at his followup, and for a moment, he remains perfectly still.
And then he brings one of his arms up, slowly, like he's not entirely sure if he's doing this right. Brings his hand to rest around Matt's back, a one-armed attempt at mimicking him without disrupting their current positioning. He doesn't want to do that, just... try to express to Matt the comfort he's tried giving him. ]
Dunno how you sort of that kind of thing. Someone says something like that, they probably mean it. [ Despite his somewhat flippant wording, Amos' voice is soft. He tilts his head further in, leaning his body in a bit closer to Matt. ] Fuck that guy. People like that don't deserve to live.
[ ... That really is the best he can offer. Condolences come hard for him; it's not like they make a difference, right? Just honest sentiment. Fucking abusers, really. Not that it should be a surprise where Amos stands, he's pretty sure, but... at least he can make that much clear. ]
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Of course Matt would want to create a world without that shit in it. Realistically, anyone would, but... there's a reason it exists to begin with. There are still people who have no problem participating in it. So it matters. That even if it'll be hard, it matters that Matt wants the same thing he does.
Amos cracks his eyes open at his followup, and for a moment, he remains perfectly still.
And then he brings one of his arms up, slowly, like he's not entirely sure if he's doing this right. Brings his hand to rest around Matt's back, a one-armed attempt at mimicking him without disrupting their current positioning. He doesn't want to do that, just... try to express to Matt the comfort he's tried giving him. ]
Dunno how you sort of that kind of thing. Someone says something like that, they probably mean it. [ Despite his somewhat flippant wording, Amos' voice is soft. He tilts his head further in, leaning his body in a bit closer to Matt. ] Fuck that guy. People like that don't deserve to live.
[ ... That really is the best he can offer. Condolences come hard for him; it's not like they make a difference, right? Just honest sentiment. Fucking abusers, really. Not that it should be a surprise where Amos stands, he's pretty sure, but... at least he can make that much clear. ]