[ Amos' gentle certainty feels like an anchor in rough seas. A weighted blanket to Matt's mind. He'd been on the verge of spilling out the rest of his self-blaming catechism, the things he's let take hold without fully agreeing to them: It's stupid that I dated him after that, isn't it is usually next on the list, or he could at least explain the whole ... vampires drinking blood thing. But the uncompromising tone in Amos' voice makes him pause. Whoever he'd be trying to convince with any of that, it wouldn't be Amos; Amos is immovable on this point. That's what his tone seems to say.
So instead, Matt sinks into their embrace, whatever words he might have said escaping on a sigh. He doesn't feel deflated, or cut off--he actually feels lighter than he thought he would at this point in telling someone all this. Like he's been freed from an ugly obligation. His head turns slightly, cheek resting on Amos' shoulder.
Strangely, he finds himself smiling. ]
Yeah, [ he murmurs. ] We will.
[ He doesn't know how he feels about Vincent being dead. But a world where future Vincents don't exist, who don't do the things that were done to Matt? That he can't see as anything but unalloyed good. His arms tighten around Amos in another brief squeeze. ]
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So instead, Matt sinks into their embrace, whatever words he might have said escaping on a sigh. He doesn't feel deflated, or cut off--he actually feels lighter than he thought he would at this point in telling someone all this. Like he's been freed from an ugly obligation. His head turns slightly, cheek resting on Amos' shoulder.
Strangely, he finds himself smiling. ]
Yeah, [ he murmurs. ] We will.
[ He doesn't know how he feels about Vincent being dead. But a world where future Vincents don't exist, who don't do the things that were done to Matt? That he can't see as anything but unalloyed good. His arms tighten around Amos in another brief squeeze. ]
Thanks.