[ Amos really is a shitty excuse for an adult sometimes. That, and on some level he knows that Atsumu is right, that Amos is acting irrationally. That level of knowledge is mostly drowned out by how crap he feels, but it's still there. And it helps that they result in the same thing: acquiescence.
So he stares at that hand offered to him before looking up into Atsumu's eyes, his own still filled with confusion. What. What is happening.
When it clicks as to what is happening, his eyes widen, staring back at Atsumu's hand. At what he knows he's offering. And Amos could say something absolutely fucking stupid, like are you sure, but Atsumu wouldn't be offering if he didn't mean it. He could say some shit like but you're a kid; it isn't your job to look out for me, it's mine to look out for you, but he's already ceded that ground, hasn't he.
Instead, Amos reaches for his side. Under his coat, towards his hip. They're gonna need blood then, right? So he's unsheathing the dagger Yima gave him months ago, something that is almost always on his person, because this is the quickest and easiest way to do it. It doesn't occur to him that they're outside and technically in public (for whatever little of public still remains); Amos is the type of person who recognizes what's inevitable and would rather skip to the end as soon as possible.
He holds the dagger out to Atsumu, giving him the option to take it — or. ]
Just a prick of your finger'll do it. I can do it for you if you don't want to, though.
[ Because for as tough and decisive as Atsumu is currently — and, you know what, there is plenty of respect to be had there — he still is just a kid, who played volleyball, and doesn't want to work in a machine shop, so, you know, he might not want to gently stab himself at all, even if he is offering this solution to Amos.
So if they're going to do this, he can do the hard part for the both of them. It's fine. Probably better than everything else he's feeling right now, at least. ]
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So he stares at that hand offered to him before looking up into Atsumu's eyes, his own still filled with confusion. What. What is happening.
When it clicks as to what is happening, his eyes widen, staring back at Atsumu's hand. At what he knows he's offering. And Amos could say something absolutely fucking stupid, like are you sure, but Atsumu wouldn't be offering if he didn't mean it. He could say some shit like but you're a kid; it isn't your job to look out for me, it's mine to look out for you, but he's already ceded that ground, hasn't he.
Instead, Amos reaches for his side. Under his coat, towards his hip. They're gonna need blood then, right? So he's unsheathing the dagger Yima gave him months ago, something that is almost always on his person, because this is the quickest and easiest way to do it. It doesn't occur to him that they're outside and technically in public (for whatever little of public still remains); Amos is the type of person who recognizes what's inevitable and would rather skip to the end as soon as possible.
He holds the dagger out to Atsumu, giving him the option to take it — or. ]
Just a prick of your finger'll do it. I can do it for you if you don't want to, though.
[ Because for as tough and decisive as Atsumu is currently — and, you know what, there is plenty of respect to be had there — he still is just a kid, who played volleyball, and doesn't want to work in a machine shop, so, you know, he might not want to gently stab himself at all, even if he is offering this solution to Amos.
So if they're going to do this, he can do the hard part for the both of them. It's fine. Probably better than everything else he's feeling right now, at least. ]