[ Amos perks right up at Maryland. Nevermind the internal philosophical journeys — of which he has very few himself — he's just met someone, at the end of all universes of all places, who knows where he's from. Even if it's a different time period or different version or whatever-the-fuck — someone actually knows, and that's interesting. Might mean they got more things in commmon. ]
Yup, that's where I'm from. Not exactly the best place, but eh, not like you can pick your hometown.
[ A beat, a friendly little tilt of his head. He isn't thinking about the pool at all anymore, let alone the specifics of the memory he watched play out on it, his gaze squarely on Mamoru now. ]
You've been?
[ He can't hide the interest in his voice. Isn't even trying. ]
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Yup, that's where I'm from. Not exactly the best place, but eh, not like you can pick your hometown.
[ A beat, a friendly little tilt of his head. He isn't thinking about the pool at all anymore, let alone the specifics of the memory he watched play out on it, his gaze squarely on Mamoru now. ]
You've been?
[ He can't hide the interest in his voice. Isn't even trying. ]