Yeah, what the hell, I'll try it. [ Amos' smile widens at the encouragement; as Vander waves the bartender back over. ] Looks like it tastes good, too. No real downside, right?

[ Or maybe there's such a thing as being too mellow — but this is as good a place as any to find out. Springstar is fine; open, friendly, pretty standard. If he's going to slip into like, a blissed out, overly chill kind of coma, there are worse places.

It's with that in mind that Amos stretches one arm across the bartop, making himself comfortable as he meets Vander's eyes. Still in good spirits, but yeah, that's a hell of a topic of discussion, isn't it. ]

Always been a tossup for me if I could get a good read on people. Sometimes I'm dead on; other times I'm blind. [ He shrugs his free shoulder. ] So yeah, the whole empathy thing kinda fucks with me if I think about it too much. I'm not exactly a big feelings guy, so experiencing other people's... it sure is something.

[ Is it bad? Good? Neutral? Hell if Amos knows; depends on the situation. ]

A lot easier with good company, though.

[ Thanks for being a good and companionable guy, Vander. ]