[ Amos nods in turn, takes Vander's hand with a good grip, shakes on it. Because he's right — it is going to good use no matter what. Never mind that the two of them might have different ideas of what good use is. Never mind that they might be incompatible uses. Here, and now, there's really no better use than what keeps them from fighting one another.
So they're good. His shake is firm before he extricates himself, suspecting it's time to... well, draw a line in the sand. Halfway down it, an equal share among them because that's how they're doing this. No subterfuge. Nothing but open honesty and agreement, because fuck it, they are brothers, even if they think differently. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. It doesn't have to come between them.
What they're doing is fair, and good, and just, and Amos doesn't always get that right. So, just before getting underway, ]
Thank you.
[ Doesn't matter if Vander understands what he's thanking him for or not. Just matters that he says it, because it's too important not to. ]
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So they're good. His shake is firm before he extricates himself, suspecting it's time to... well, draw a line in the sand. Halfway down it, an equal share among them because that's how they're doing this. No subterfuge. Nothing but open honesty and agreement, because fuck it, they are brothers, even if they think differently. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. It doesn't have to come between them.
What they're doing is fair, and good, and just, and Amos doesn't always get that right. So, just before getting underway, ]
Thank you.
[ Doesn't matter if Vander understands what he's thanking him for or not. Just matters that he says it, because it's too important not to. ]