[ He is thankful for her. He has enough in him to recognize it in this moment; will be able to appreciate it that much more after he's been told off, told to get his shit together, realize there are people here who consider him important.
Won't really know for sure if she's one of them — but the time she took with him means a lot.
Amos stands up, and it's a little easier to do than he'd like. Any swaying is gone, inebriation no longer affecting his brain to nearly the extent he needs it to, and... yeah. He's sober enough to recognize that's sad; he isn't sober enough to have the capacity to care.
He nods down at her, at Peaches, voice still soft, quiet, gentle. Like he needs to make sure he won't scare them off. (He knows he won't. It's himself who's the problem.) ]
I'll try.
[ He's doing such a bad job at it. ]
Thanks again... [ Voice a little rougher, ] This was nice.
[ It was.
And now he needs another drink, as he starts tracing his steps back to a much seedier part of town. ]
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Won't really know for sure if she's one of them — but the time she took with him means a lot.
Amos stands up, and it's a little easier to do than he'd like. Any swaying is gone, inebriation no longer affecting his brain to nearly the extent he needs it to, and... yeah. He's sober enough to recognize that's sad; he isn't sober enough to have the capacity to care.
He nods down at her, at Peaches, voice still soft, quiet, gentle. Like he needs to make sure he won't scare them off. (He knows he won't. It's himself who's the problem.) ]
I'll try.
[ He's doing such a bad job at it. ]
Thanks again... [ Voice a little rougher, ] This was nice.
[ It was.
And now he needs another drink, as he starts tracing his steps back to a much seedier part of town. ]