[ The laugh is a trauma response, Amos figures. What can you do when reliving something that made such a mark on you but laugh. It isn't actually what he'd do, but it feels like a decent guess.

His brow furrows as he stares into the water, at a dying man and killer who evidently didn't want to be that. ]

I mean, maybe not over tea, but yeah. Something like that. Except the guy I might've ended up working for didn't say anything about me getting killed in the process. A friend laid that part out for me.

[ ... Ah. The gears in Amos' head are turning as he decides to look up at Mamoru. ]

Maybe what your guy did was nice? Kinder to you, or something. Always something to be said for honesty, even if you don't like where it's going. Ripping the band-aid off is a whole lot better than peeling at it.

[ He's starting to get it, maybe?? Maybe this was actually an act of love. ]