He doesn't want to have to fight Vander. He really doesn't. Does he think he could take the man? Sure. Does he also think Vander could take him? Yeah, it's possible. But whoever would win that particular pissing match doesn't matter, because he doesn't want it to begin with.
A silent thank you reverberates through the air between them, at Vander's willingness to concede something, to be the bigger person, because Amos is pretty sure he himself wouldn't. Not on his own. Too single-minded. Too focused on the goal before them. Too capable of stabbing a friend in the back if he saw the need.
He doesn't want to be that, but he is. ]
We sure do. [ Got enough on their plate; fuck, they could've died in this room, too. They really don't need to get into it here.
But.
Amos glances back at the sand behind him, because they maybe aren't going to fight, but they also aren't going to leave all of that just sitting there.
Back at Vander, with a tilt of his head indicating the sand. ]
What do you want to do with that? Split it or something?
[ It sounds kind of dumb, the question almost rhetorical, and something in him does make his skin crawl at the idea of just leaving so much he could use on the table, but. Vander's his friend.
Maybe they could just do that? If Vander doesn't think it's a stupid idea, after all. ]
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He doesn't want to have to fight Vander. He really doesn't. Does he think he could take the man? Sure. Does he also think Vander could take him? Yeah, it's possible. But whoever would win that particular pissing match doesn't matter, because he doesn't want it to begin with.
A silent thank you reverberates through the air between them, at Vander's willingness to concede something, to be the bigger person, because Amos is pretty sure he himself wouldn't. Not on his own. Too single-minded. Too focused on the goal before them. Too capable of stabbing a friend in the back if he saw the need.
He doesn't want to be that, but he is. ]
We sure do. [ Got enough on their plate; fuck, they could've died in this room, too. They really don't need to get into it here.
But.
Amos glances back at the sand behind him, because they maybe aren't going to fight, but they also aren't going to leave all of that just sitting there.
Back at Vander, with a tilt of his head indicating the sand. ]
What do you want to do with that? Split it or something?
[ It sounds kind of dumb, the question almost rhetorical, and something in him does make his skin crawl at the idea of just leaving so much he could use on the table, but. Vander's his friend.
Maybe they could just do that? If Vander doesn't think it's a stupid idea, after all. ]