That spike of anxiety cuts through like a lightning strike, rooting Amos in place for a second. Last time he felt anything remotely like that, he'd been restrained against a wall made of roots, at the mercy of a tree—
He's not there now; it doesn't matter now. As Kaeya works to dispel his anxiety, Amos stamps his out. Denies a fire its oxygen in one swift and smooth blow. He's not doing this — but at least they found something they can agree on. So there. That's progress already.
Although Kaeya's lack of fight thrusts a sort of pause, an uncertainty on Amos. In hindsight he realizes he'd been ready to pick up Kaeya by the scruff of his neck when he found him, haul him back to... where? Do what? He's the dog who caught the car; the sense of being at a loss is mutual.
So Amos stands there dumbly before dropping his head, sighing, and turning around so he can lean against the wall — right next to Kaeya.
(He doesn't understand that faint emotion he's picking up from him. It's too light, too buried, too foreign in general. Just... there's something there, and now all of the fight has gone out of him.) ]
Yeah. [ Amos' voice is quiet as he stares out at the wall ahead of him. ] I'm finding I get pissy a lot easier as of late. And I can't be out here too long, and I already spent half the day—
[ Doing nothing. (Looking for you.) There's a flareup of agitation he stamps back down; it's easier to do that once he's aware of it.
He looks back down at Kaeya, expression open and honest. ]
Whatever the tree did don't exactly change the fact that you're avoiding me, though.
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That spike of anxiety cuts through like a lightning strike, rooting Amos in place for a second. Last time he felt anything remotely like that, he'd been restrained against a wall made of roots, at the mercy of a tree—
He's not there now; it doesn't matter now. As Kaeya works to dispel his anxiety, Amos stamps his out. Denies a fire its oxygen in one swift and smooth blow. He's not doing this — but at least they found something they can agree on. So there. That's progress already.
Although Kaeya's lack of fight thrusts a sort of pause, an uncertainty on Amos. In hindsight he realizes he'd been ready to pick up Kaeya by the scruff of his neck when he found him, haul him back to... where? Do what? He's the dog who caught the car; the sense of being at a loss is mutual.
So Amos stands there dumbly before dropping his head, sighing, and turning around so he can lean against the wall — right next to Kaeya.
(He doesn't understand that faint emotion he's picking up from him. It's too light, too buried, too foreign in general. Just... there's something there, and now all of the fight has gone out of him.) ]
Yeah. [ Amos' voice is quiet as he stares out at the wall ahead of him. ] I'm finding I get pissy a lot easier as of late. And I can't be out here too long, and I already spent half the day—
[ Doing nothing. (Looking for you.) There's a flareup of agitation he stamps back down; it's easier to do that once he's aware of it.
He looks back down at Kaeya, expression open and honest. ]
Whatever the tree did don't exactly change the fact that you're avoiding me, though.
[ Sorry bud, he's not dropping this one. ]