[ He offers him a small sort of smile, a small sort of reassurance for something ultimately small and insignificant now that they're past something that felt a whole lot bigger. It's rare that Amos has been burned, betrayed in some way by someone he thought was one of this people, but it has happened, and he knows how much it hurts.
This wasn't that, but he doesn't want to step towards that territory again.
(He might. Sometimes something captivates you, ends with you leaving everything — everyone — else by the wayside, and spending so much time in Kowloon renders that a possibility. But. He wouldn't be an Exalt at all if he didn't give a shit.)
While Kaeya is looking through the various articles he brought, Amos is still looking in the mirror, testing the way the shirt feels against his skin. When he moves his arms. Twists his torso a little. It's fancy; almost kind of growing on him, though more for the fact that a friend thought to bring it to him than any desire to meaningfully change up his wardrobe.
He looks back over when Kaeya speaks up, holding up two options for him. Amos' eyes go right to leather jacket, the way it actually looks pretty close to something he'd normally wear on his own... and then drift over to the fancier coat.
This is all for a ceremony Yima is holding for them, so, ] Should probably see if that one, [ he nods towards the fancier one, ] will work first. Supposed to look nice for this thing, right?
[ In hindsight, Kaeya is absolutely a lifesaver here. ]
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[ He offers him a small sort of smile, a small sort of reassurance for something ultimately small and insignificant now that they're past something that felt a whole lot bigger. It's rare that Amos has been burned, betrayed in some way by someone he thought was one of this people, but it has happened, and he knows how much it hurts.
This wasn't that, but he doesn't want to step towards that territory again.
(He might. Sometimes something captivates you, ends with you leaving everything — everyone — else by the wayside, and spending so much time in Kowloon renders that a possibility. But. He wouldn't be an Exalt at all if he didn't give a shit.)
While Kaeya is looking through the various articles he brought, Amos is still looking in the mirror, testing the way the shirt feels against his skin. When he moves his arms. Twists his torso a little. It's fancy; almost kind of growing on him, though more for the fact that a friend thought to bring it to him than any desire to meaningfully change up his wardrobe.
He looks back over when Kaeya speaks up, holding up two options for him. Amos' eyes go right to leather jacket, the way it actually looks pretty close to something he'd normally wear on his own... and then drift over to the fancier coat.
This is all for a ceremony Yima is holding for them, so, ] Should probably see if that one, [ he nods towards the fancier one, ] will work first. Supposed to look nice for this thing, right?
[ In hindsight, Kaeya is absolutely a lifesaver here. ]