[ Amos keeps watch over the crowd as they leave, more than a few shooting looks back at the two of them as they head to other parts of the gardens or just leave entirely, and refuses to move. Anyone who may still have a problem with Gray will have to tell him first, and nobody seems interested in doing so.

He feels Gray's shoulder loosen, and his hand loosens right along with it. Everyone else finishes fucking off, and that's when Amos feels he can turn back to Gray, looking back at her with his own light smile. ]

Don't worry about it. [ He can give her a light pat on her back before withdrawing his hand; she doesn't need him offering literal, physical support now, he's pretty sure.

A beat. ]

What the fuck was that all about, though? Careless with what? I heard something about a weapon, but when I got here everyone was just yelling at you.

[ Which, going by his tone, he clearly disapproves of. ]