[ True to form, Matt appreciates the touch first and foremost. The way Amos mirrors him, leans close, combined with the gentle contact of their heads, all comes together to form a line of communication that feels every bit as legible to him as spoken words. Matt appreciates those too, in a slightly different way. They're direct, for one thing. What's not to like about that? And Amos' voice is soft enough that Matt can tell he isn't criticizing him or anything, even right at the start.

Though it does leave him suspecting that he should clarify. ]

Well ... he's a vampire. He was. [ Matt realizes that Vincent, like everyone he's ever known or loved before Horos, is dead. He's probably realized this before, but he can't remember it feeling quite so lonely. ] The night we met, we were hooking up, and he said something like--I smelled so good, he wanted to drink all my blood.

I don't know if that's intent exactly. I don't know. But it did ... I felt a certain way about it. And then our actual relationship was pretty awful, so.

[ There. Surely that's enough context.

Possibly too much context, come to think, especially for a story that is in no way on the level of Amos'. Intellectually, Matt believes everyone's pain matters, but emotionally it doesn't work quite so neatly. ]