[ He huffs a soft laugh, dips his head slightly. When Amos lifts it back up to meet Matt's eyes there is a smile on his face — a face that does not usually shape itself this way, but it's something he's directed towards this man before. Is finding himself increasingly happy to be able to do so again. ]
No. You're not dead. [ A beat, thoughtful and amused: ] Kinda thought you were for a while there, though.
[ Because Amos is used to and accepting of death. There's no point in fighting against the inevitable once it's come; if Matt was gone, then he was gone. And if Matt is here, then he's here, and any past concerns are irrelevant.
He isn't pulling away from him either, so Amos figures: yeah. Everything here's alright and as it should be. He slides his hand to the back of Matt's neck, aims to press their foreheads together. The other man's state of undress is just as irrelevant as the fact that he'd previously thought him dead and gone forever — who would bother with something so trivial when seeing an old friend again? One who looks fine and healthy and, well, here? ]
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No. You're not dead. [ A beat, thoughtful and amused: ] Kinda thought you were for a while there, though.
[ Because Amos is used to and accepting of death. There's no point in fighting against the inevitable once it's come; if Matt was gone, then he was gone. And if Matt is here, then he's here, and any past concerns are irrelevant.
He isn't pulling away from him either, so Amos figures: yeah. Everything here's alright and as it should be. He slides his hand to the back of Matt's neck, aims to press their foreheads together. The other man's state of undress is just as irrelevant as the fact that he'd previously thought him dead and gone forever — who would bother with something so trivial when seeing an old friend again? One who looks fine and healthy and, well, here? ]
Shit, I missed you, brother.