[ He huffs a soft laugh as Matt starts to introduce himself, breath warm and full of life. His fingers dig in a little bit at the nape of Matt's neck before his hand slides back down, following its curve to rest on his shoulder once again.

There's only so much they can do here, after all.

His smile starts to fade as Matt asks him about said other universe, though. Not anything bad, he just isn't a guy who's inclined to smile, and seems that initial burst of joy that really allowed for it has worn off some.

Everything else is still pleasant, though. He still isn't going anywhere. ]

Our universes died. We were from separate ones; ended up in another. That's where we met, and... [ Some of the details are a little fuzzy on his end; he's in a much better place now. ] ... We were going to try to build a new world instead. A better one. You, and me, and a whole bunch of other people. Only that world died too, and I woke up here a little over a year ago. And you didn't.

[ Amos' eyes are soft. He gives Matt's shoulder a little squeeze. ]

Guess it's just a reminder that everything's fragile, you know? So the mission's still the same. Old worlds are gone. They ain't coming back. All that's left is to try to build a new one.