[ Amos is pretty much blind to anyone else's gaze, the result of being both too inebriated to notice and a natural disposition that he wouldn't care anyway. Gray's kinda the only person in his orbit now, so he'll keep following her until that's no longer something to be done. There's a second or two of delay when she switches directions for him to pick up on following her, but he does, his pace slowing alongside hers.
And then he's left staring at the cat. And, upon her voice softening, he lowers his as well to a soft sort of drawl. ]
Not in a really long time.
[ Probably decades, at least.
But even if he isn't entirely familiar with cat behaviour, he knows what it means for him to be, well, him. That he can be an imposing figure, even without meaning to. So he makes sure to keep himself rooted just a step behind Gray, not moving but for the occasional blink, eyes fixed on the cat's otherwise. ]
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And then he's left staring at the cat. And, upon her voice softening, he lowers his as well to a soft sort of drawl. ]
Not in a really long time.
[ Probably decades, at least.
But even if he isn't entirely familiar with cat behaviour, he knows what it means for him to be, well, him. That he can be an imposing figure, even without meaning to. So he makes sure to keep himself rooted just a step behind Gray, not moving but for the occasional blink, eyes fixed on the cat's otherwise. ]