[ It's immediately sympathetic, Amos' voice soft and surprised all at once. His first instinct is to reach for her again, pull her into him, but... there aren't any ghosts here right now. And the crowd has dispersed. There's no actual threat, nothing for him to protect her from.
So he doesn't pull her in; merely stays by Gray, looking down at her even as she averts her gaze. A strong, sturdy presence; the least of what he can hope to be. ]
I think it's that time of year. I don't really pay them mind, but... [ But he doesn't pay attention to ghosts. They could never hurt him; not when there was so much in the physical world that would occupy his attention. Why be afraid of make-believe when the real world will chew you up and spit you out on its own?
Which isn't the case for Gray, for whom it's obvious they're a real threat if she would cause a scene like that, however inadvertently... so. ]
... that's fucked. [ His own way of expressing sympathy. Amos turns from looking at her to her little garden, still doing well. ]
I can look after your plants for you? If you want. Until it's safe for you to be here again. [ The offer comes as naturally as breathing. He wants to learn more about caring for plants. Gray is his friend. There are only upsides here. ] I live nearby, so it'd be easy. Actually, if you wanted to get out of here...
[ A beat. He could invite her back to his place, or... ]
Or if you wanted to stay a little while longer, I'll stay with you. So no ghosts come by again.
[ Not that he thinks his presence alone will ward them off, but... maybe? Or if it just helps Gray feel safe, that's plenty, too. ]
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[ It's immediately sympathetic, Amos' voice soft and surprised all at once. His first instinct is to reach for her again, pull her into him, but... there aren't any ghosts here right now. And the crowd has dispersed. There's no actual threat, nothing for him to protect her from.
So he doesn't pull her in; merely stays by Gray, looking down at her even as she averts her gaze. A strong, sturdy presence; the least of what he can hope to be. ]
I think it's that time of year. I don't really pay them mind, but... [ But he doesn't pay attention to ghosts. They could never hurt him; not when there was so much in the physical world that would occupy his attention. Why be afraid of make-believe when the real world will chew you up and spit you out on its own?
Which isn't the case for Gray, for whom it's obvious they're a real threat if she would cause a scene like that, however inadvertently... so. ]
... that's fucked. [ His own way of expressing sympathy. Amos turns from looking at her to her little garden, still doing well. ]
I can look after your plants for you? If you want. Until it's safe for you to be here again. [ The offer comes as naturally as breathing. He wants to learn more about caring for plants. Gray is his friend. There are only upsides here. ] I live nearby, so it'd be easy. Actually, if you wanted to get out of here...
[ A beat. He could invite her back to his place, or... ]
Or if you wanted to stay a little while longer, I'll stay with you. So no ghosts come by again.
[ Not that he thinks his presence alone will ward them off, but... maybe? Or if it just helps Gray feel safe, that's plenty, too. ]