[ His smile fades as he gets close enough to actually see the state Lottie's in, pale and down on the ground as she is. It's not like he can blame her — he'd felt that way too not long ago, before he'd reharmonized — but it still elicits a small, thoughtful frown as his hand falls to his side. As he crouches down in front of her, resting his elbows on his knees.
His now slightly spiky elbows, thanks to the beginnings of branches starting to offshoot from the backs of his arms. His hands come to a rest between his knees, mostly coated over by now; stiffened and rough and just something he's going to have to deal with for the time being. He tilts his head slightly at her answer, bark starting to intermingle with his beard at the sides of his face, little branches starting to poke through his temples like horns.
But Amos' face remains open, eyes expressive. There's doubt in them, not really buying her joke. Or her non-answer. But more than that there's concern, because Lottie is his fashionable friend who owns a store and a hair curler who shows him new lunch spots and introduces him to new coffee orders. And yeah, those aren't things here, but she is also decidedly not herself right now.
He sighs as he looks at her, debating if he should just accept her answer at face value and leave her alone, but there's something else off. He isn't entirely sure what it is, just that it's enough to make him stay. To press further. ]
You sure? [ And for as different as he's starting to appear now his voice is soft, friendly. ] I mean, I know we've been mired in the shit all week now, but I've never seen you like this before. Anything I can do?
[ He can't go on a coffee run or anything like that, but maybe there's still something? He just... Lottie's his friend, so the need to help her is strong. ]
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His now slightly spiky elbows, thanks to the beginnings of branches starting to offshoot from the backs of his arms. His hands come to a rest between his knees, mostly coated over by now; stiffened and rough and just something he's going to have to deal with for the time being. He tilts his head slightly at her answer, bark starting to intermingle with his beard at the sides of his face, little branches starting to poke through his temples like horns.
But Amos' face remains open, eyes expressive. There's doubt in them, not really buying her joke. Or her non-answer. But more than that there's concern, because Lottie is his fashionable friend who owns a store and a hair curler who shows him new lunch spots and introduces him to new coffee orders. And yeah, those aren't things here, but she is also decidedly not herself right now.
He sighs as he looks at her, debating if he should just accept her answer at face value and leave her alone, but there's something else off. He isn't entirely sure what it is, just that it's enough to make him stay. To press further. ]
You sure? [ And for as different as he's starting to appear now his voice is soft, friendly. ] I mean, I know we've been mired in the shit all week now, but I've never seen you like this before. Anything I can do?
[ He can't go on a coffee run or anything like that, but maybe there's still something? He just... Lottie's his friend, so the need to help her is strong. ]