[ Amos exhales, soft and low at the request. He doesn't avert his own gaze, watching Ciel, the way this seems to be trending somewhere uncomfortable for her. ]
He already has. [ Insisted. Amos reaches up to absently scratch at the back of his neck with his free hand. ] I figure something got him fucked up when he was younger. Not like us, but... something.
[ Which really could be anything. His free arm falls back to his side, limp. He hasn't taken his eyes off of her. ]
He wants to be treated like an adult, and I ain't gonna get in his way there. Pretty much would be considered one where I'm from. But I hear ya. I'm not interested in letting things get too far if I can stop that from happening.
[ A beat. ]
If I can't, then I told him I'd be there for him if he needed it after, too.
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He already has. [ Insisted. Amos reaches up to absently scratch at the back of his neck with his free hand. ] I figure something got him fucked up when he was younger. Not like us, but... something.
[ Which really could be anything. His free arm falls back to his side, limp. He hasn't taken his eyes off of her. ]
He wants to be treated like an adult, and I ain't gonna get in his way there. Pretty much would be considered one where I'm from. But I hear ya. I'm not interested in letting things get too far if I can stop that from happening.
[ A beat. ]
If I can't, then I told him I'd be there for him if he needed it after, too.