[ He... doesn't think he's ever seen Atsumu look like that before. It's more than enough to give Amos pause. To make him stop thinking ahead and listen — really listen — to what Atsumu has to say, because this is someone who isn't asking to be heard but is demanding it, and Amos is in no position to resist or argue or any of that shit.
So he has his full attention. Confusion crosses his face at first, followed up by something dumbfounded, and then culminating in a dropped head, the mark of acceptance by someone who has just been effectively shamed. ]
Yeah. Probably. [ He's resigned, weary. Amos has to fight to lift his head back up, to meet Atsumu's eyes again, but he does it. ] But at least if I'm sequestered away then I can't hurt anyone. It's not the worst tradeoff. I can handle it.
[ What else can he do? It's not like he can think to pick up what Atsumu might be on the start of putting down. It makes way more sense to be an animal crawling off to the woods to die alone than to do much more of anything else.
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So he has his full attention. Confusion crosses his face at first, followed up by something dumbfounded, and then culminating in a dropped head, the mark of acceptance by someone who has just been effectively shamed. ]
Yeah. Probably. [ He's resigned, weary. Amos has to fight to lift his head back up, to meet Atsumu's eyes again, but he does it. ] But at least if I'm sequestered away then I can't hurt anyone. It's not the worst tradeoff. I can handle it.
[ What else can he do? It's not like he can think to pick up what Atsumu might be on the start of putting down. It makes way more sense to be an animal crawling off to the woods to die alone than to do much more of anything else.
Right? ]