[ Amos truly wouldn't be able to describe the sensation of love. Has no clue if he's ever felt it; by his estimations, never will. But with Yima—
He is an Exalt, and comes as advertised on the tin, devoted to a fault — and even deeper than that, for reasons he would be hesitant to explain, even if asked.
But Howl's not asking; Howl's listening, and agreeing, and Amos smooths back out into himself — though once something's out of the box, it's hard to stuff it back in.
It's not going back in, not entirely. For as even-keeled as Amos will remain in just about every situation, there will likely be something always deeper with Yima. Something that Howl is now privy to in some part, has seen firsthand, has agreed with, and so Amos senses that much more of a companionship from him. ]
Yeah... Yeah, I think I got that from her. It was like she knew every part of me. [ She knew him as a boy, somehow. She knew, and that means there's more she knows, and he hopes that one day— ] I trust her.
[ Just three simple words, delivered softly and yet with gravity. This is the end of the road — this is who he's pledging the rest of his life to.
It feels right.
But then they're where they need to be. Amos looks to see where Howl's taken him, and upon seeing the placard, cracks a small smile. He steps into the row of shelves, hand idly tracing along books' spines until he pulls one out, looking back at Howl as he does so. ]
How often have you come down here?
[ If he's learned the stars' secrets now, as he'd said... ]
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He is an Exalt, and comes as advertised on the tin, devoted to a fault — and even deeper than that, for reasons he would be hesitant to explain, even if asked.
But Howl's not asking; Howl's listening, and agreeing, and Amos smooths back out into himself — though once something's out of the box, it's hard to stuff it back in.
It's not going back in, not entirely. For as even-keeled as Amos will remain in just about every situation, there will likely be something always deeper with Yima. Something that Howl is now privy to in some part, has seen firsthand, has agreed with, and so Amos senses that much more of a companionship from him. ]
Yeah... Yeah, I think I got that from her. It was like she knew every part of me. [ She knew him as a boy, somehow. She knew, and that means there's more she knows, and he hopes that one day— ] I trust her.
[ Just three simple words, delivered softly and yet with gravity. This is the end of the road — this is who he's pledging the rest of his life to.
It feels right.
But then they're where they need to be. Amos looks to see where Howl's taken him, and upon seeing the placard, cracks a small smile. He steps into the row of shelves, hand idly tracing along books' spines until he pulls one out, looking back at Howl as he does so. ]
How often have you come down here?
[ If he's learned the stars' secrets now, as he'd said... ]