[ Hell yeah, Amos'll accept more immediately, angling his glass towards the bottle Kaeya's got. Thanks, bud.
He's back to sipping this time as Kaeya speaks, and yeah, that positive spin is working. Any of the bitterness he'd been holding onto seeps away, replaced with a kind of optimism. Like, yeah. They really are here to do something good. ]
Yeah. If they don't wanna fix things, that's fine. Not like anybody's gonna get left behind when we sort everything out.
[ Which is a hell of a way to talk about ending all life as they know it, but hey. Whatever. That's what they're gonna be doing eventually.
Amos looks back up at Kaeya, a softness to his expression, mind pleasantly buzzed. This feels like a scenario he could've experienced back home. Where, even if he had the chance to be the more knowledgeable party, he'd still need to gently be guided to the right conclusion most of the time. There's an echo of familiarity to all of this, and there's something really nice about leaning into it. ]
Y'know, [ he starts out slow, setting his glass down, settling further back into his chair. Comfortable, ] this really was good shit. And it's kinda nice, getting reminders like that. I'm used to things taking a long time, and this ain't exactly gonna be any different, but never a bad thing to lay out your priorities again along the way.
[ And they've got the same ones. That's — it's such an important thing.
And whatever Kaeya had come to him for, Amos has been getting something out of it, too. So when he'd said earlier that Kaeya really could just show up whenever... he'd meant it then, but the sentiment's got all the more meaning behind it now. ]
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He's back to sipping this time as Kaeya speaks, and yeah, that positive spin is working. Any of the bitterness he'd been holding onto seeps away, replaced with a kind of optimism. Like, yeah. They really are here to do something good. ]
Yeah. If they don't wanna fix things, that's fine. Not like anybody's gonna get left behind when we sort everything out.
[ Which is a hell of a way to talk about ending all life as they know it, but hey. Whatever. That's what they're gonna be doing eventually.
Amos looks back up at Kaeya, a softness to his expression, mind pleasantly buzzed. This feels like a scenario he could've experienced back home. Where, even if he had the chance to be the more knowledgeable party, he'd still need to gently be guided to the right conclusion most of the time. There's an echo of familiarity to all of this, and there's something really nice about leaning into it. ]
Y'know, [ he starts out slow, setting his glass down, settling further back into his chair. Comfortable, ] this really was good shit. And it's kinda nice, getting reminders like that. I'm used to things taking a long time, and this ain't exactly gonna be any different, but never a bad thing to lay out your priorities again along the way.
[ And they've got the same ones. That's — it's such an important thing.
And whatever Kaeya had come to him for, Amos has been getting something out of it, too. So when he'd said earlier that Kaeya really could just show up whenever... he'd meant it then, but the sentiment's got all the more meaning behind it now. ]