[ He really is content to just be her shadow. It's how his life has gone, albeit maybe not exactly like this: find someone good and let them lead you. It's also something he's been lacking since Venera, but to slip back into the old, familiar pattern might actually be a good thing for him. Amos is still fucked up, still not ready to properly face reality again, but it's like dipping his toe back in the water and thinking yeah, I can do this later, even if the timing isn't right yet.
So he passively watches her as she makes her selections, then passively follows her out. To him, the Citadel is nothing more than a vague shape looming in the distance; he knows he doesn't want to go there yet, but in its direction is fine. Kinda feels like it's everywhere sometimes.
Ugh. Later he'll go back there proper—
Oh. He blinks down at Gray, confused, like he didn't expect to be thanked.
After a moment probably a little longer than would've been socially acceptable, ] Amos. I— [ wasn't doing anything anyway. Didn't really do anything. Am kind of just a selfish asshole— ] don't mind. 's no problem.
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So he passively watches her as she makes her selections, then passively follows her out. To him, the Citadel is nothing more than a vague shape looming in the distance; he knows he doesn't want to go there yet, but in its direction is fine. Kinda feels like it's everywhere sometimes.
Ugh. Later he'll go back there proper—
Oh. He blinks down at Gray, confused, like he didn't expect to be thanked.
After a moment probably a little longer than would've been socially acceptable, ] Amos. I— [ wasn't doing anything anyway. Didn't really do anything. Am kind of just a selfish asshole— ] don't mind. 's no problem.