[ (Everything he does is how someone might've been able to get him to trust them when he was younger.)

Amos cracks a slow, small smile as Crona gives him permission. With a soft grunt he starts to stand back up, pushing himself back up to his full height. It feels good, after being on the ground for so long; it feels even better that it seems like he's making real progress here. Even if everything about them still screams timid and afraid, it's still better than before. ]

That's cool. We don't gotta do anything more than talk. [ He still stays in place, arms at his sides. Relaxed. Docile, he hopes. ] I do wanna help you, though, if you'll let me. Anything you want or need I can try to get for you, no strings attached. Promise.