[ That's where Amos' mind is at — he's fucking freezing, but bitching about it won't do anything, so might as well just keep pressing forward. That, and it's more important that Atsumu be comfortable. So. He can put up with it.

The haul back is going to be its own thing, but they can cross that particular bridge... hopefully soon, actually. ]

That's cool. [ There's no offence in Amos' tone; Atsumu really can take whatever path he wants. This isn't space where you need to have people around who know how to fix a ship or everyone dies. This is just life, and as long as Atsumu can make his own choices, then Amos is good. ] I can show you some of that stuff later, yeah. However much you want. It's your call.

[ He sifts through the pile a little more, but... yeah, a lot of what's left after they've combed through so much of it is garbage, huh. With a sigh Amos hauls himself back up, looking over at the other side of the room.

And, without missing a beat, ] There anything good over there you think we should still go through?

[ He can tough it out a little longer. Maybe. Probably. ]