[ Amos shuts his eyes, just for a second, as Yuca finds his fingers. Inhales, because it's a sign of progress, despite the earlier question. The kid is seeking out human contact, reciprocating him... it's a good thing.
He exhales, low and steady. Waits a moment. The kid's fresh out of the ground, huh, and somehow ended up here on his own... no escort, nobody to help him through the cold, get him cleaned up, settled... Though the way Yuca speaks with such indifference to his own wellbeing, it probably wouldn't have mattered if he'd had someone. It just would have been carrying the already dead, rather than making him walk here on his own.
Well. Alright then. He's here now. ]
I'm going to pick you up, okay?
[ He isn't so much asking for permission — Yuca has made it clear he doesn't care, and Amos knows to believe him — as stating a warning, so he doesn't get startled by the way his body is about to move. Amos checks to make sure the coat will stay bundled around him. Does his best to not disrupt the hold on his fingers. And hefts him up, the kid's weight — or lack thereof — negligible to him by virtue of unnatural strength alone.
And then he walks. Benny's isn't too far from here — and neither is the hospital, really, but he figures, food first probably. Amos does his best to cradle Yuca to his chest, shield him as much as he can from the cold, the wind, life? He knows he can at least make a difference with the first two. Probably not the third.
He's silent at first, before softly, gently, ] She didn't know she was being cruel. [ Yima. She never would be. Amos keeps his eyes ahead of him, keeps his steps sure and footing true. ] Lots of people don't get it, that there are things worse than death. But she didn't know, with you. She just wanted to help.
[ The snow feels loud under his boots. There's also a diner now within his sightline. ]
Do you think you can eat?
[ Not are you hungry, because he can already guess that Yuca is going to refuse. Are you physically capable, because you need to. ]
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He exhales, low and steady. Waits a moment. The kid's fresh out of the ground, huh, and somehow ended up here on his own... no escort, nobody to help him through the cold, get him cleaned up, settled... Though the way Yuca speaks with such indifference to his own wellbeing, it probably wouldn't have mattered if he'd had someone. It just would have been carrying the already dead, rather than making him walk here on his own.
Well. Alright then. He's here now. ]
I'm going to pick you up, okay?
[ He isn't so much asking for permission — Yuca has made it clear he doesn't care, and Amos knows to believe him — as stating a warning, so he doesn't get startled by the way his body is about to move. Amos checks to make sure the coat will stay bundled around him. Does his best to not disrupt the hold on his fingers. And hefts him up, the kid's weight — or lack thereof — negligible to him by virtue of unnatural strength alone.
And then he walks. Benny's isn't too far from here — and neither is the hospital, really, but he figures, food first probably. Amos does his best to cradle Yuca to his chest, shield him as much as he can from the cold, the wind, life? He knows he can at least make a difference with the first two. Probably not the third.
He's silent at first, before softly, gently, ] She didn't know she was being cruel. [ Yima. She never would be. Amos keeps his eyes ahead of him, keeps his steps sure and footing true. ] Lots of people don't get it, that there are things worse than death. But she didn't know, with you. She just wanted to help.
[ The snow feels loud under his boots. There's also a diner now within his sightline. ]
Do you think you can eat?
[ Not are you hungry, because he can already guess that Yuca is going to refuse. Are you physically capable, because you need to. ]