From the moment they first met, he'd had some sense of what the other was feeling. He'd put on a light and airy show — fair enough, who doesn't want to be like that sometimes — but he could always feel what was under the surface. It made it easier to understand, to accept, to continue on like nothing was really the matter, which is probably what Kaeya wanted from the beginning.
But then they'd lost that bond, and Kaeya had still been acting that way, and Amos had figured, well, that's just who he is.
And now they've regained that bond, and Kaeya is still acting that way, and Amos can tell it's an act. If this bond goes away again, then Kaeya will lie to him again, and he will be none the wiser.
... He actually doesn't know how he feels about that. Doesn't have time to decide in this moment, anyway. It's unimportant; that's a problem for later. For now, all he knows is that Kaeya feels like shit, even though he's trying to act like he doesn't, and Amos has been out here long enough and is irritable enough that he's not going to put up with it.
He stands over Kaeya, arms folded, voice blunt. ]
Cut the shit. You're avoiding me. [ Not that he wouldn't be this blunt normally, but maybe it's a bit harsher than he would've been if discord wasn't thumping around in his mind. ] Fuck if I can figure out why, but for as long as I'm gonna have you in my head — this, whatever the fuck this is, [ because he doesn't feel guilt, he doesn't regret things; he can't put a name to what Kaeya is feeling, all he knows is he doesn't like it, ] we're resolving it. I figure it's got something to do with me, so we're fixing it.
[ Because he wants it to stop. Fuck this taking time nonsense — that's for people like Kaeya to do when someone who had proclaimed to be their friend tries to kill them. That shit takes time; Amos gets over other things pretty easily.
And also because, unmistakeable through the surface-level agitation, there remains a consistent affection unflinchingly thrumming along. He could probably actually express it if they were in Highstorm, but they're not, so... there it is, in the background and dictating everything Amos actually does, any harshness or bluntness actually secondary to it.
Otherwise he would've walked away hours ago, but here he is; here they are, now. Can't get rid of an Exalt that easily. ]
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He can't trust Kaeya.
From the moment they first met, he'd had some sense of what the other was feeling. He'd put on a light and airy show — fair enough, who doesn't want to be like that sometimes — but he could always feel what was under the surface. It made it easier to understand, to accept, to continue on like nothing was really the matter, which is probably what Kaeya wanted from the beginning.
But then they'd lost that bond, and Kaeya had still been acting that way, and Amos had figured, well, that's just who he is.
And now they've regained that bond, and Kaeya is still acting that way, and Amos can tell it's an act. If this bond goes away again, then Kaeya will lie to him again, and he will be none the wiser.
... He actually doesn't know how he feels about that. Doesn't have time to decide in this moment, anyway. It's unimportant; that's a problem for later. For now, all he knows is that Kaeya feels like shit, even though he's trying to act like he doesn't, and Amos has been out here long enough and is irritable enough that he's not going to put up with it.
He stands over Kaeya, arms folded, voice blunt. ]
Cut the shit. You're avoiding me. [ Not that he wouldn't be this blunt normally, but maybe it's a bit harsher than he would've been if discord wasn't thumping around in his mind. ] Fuck if I can figure out why, but for as long as I'm gonna have you in my head — this, whatever the fuck this is, [ because he doesn't feel guilt, he doesn't regret things; he can't put a name to what Kaeya is feeling, all he knows is he doesn't like it, ] we're resolving it. I figure it's got something to do with me, so we're fixing it.
[ Because he wants it to stop. Fuck this taking time nonsense — that's for people like Kaeya to do when someone who had proclaimed to be their friend tries to kill them. That shit takes time; Amos gets over other things pretty easily.
And also because, unmistakeable through the surface-level agitation, there remains a consistent affection unflinchingly thrumming along. He could probably actually express it if they were in Highstorm, but they're not, so... there it is, in the background and dictating everything Amos actually does, any harshness or bluntness actually secondary to it.
Otherwise he would've walked away hours ago, but here he is; here they are, now. Can't get rid of an Exalt that easily. ]