[ There is relief across Amos' face once it's clear the danger has passed, followed by a flash of disappointment — that Matt has given him a maybe, not a yes. He'd been expecting enthusiastic consent, but... that's right. There's a lot Matt does't remember.
So it's just a flash — downcast eyes, furrowed brow, lip quirked uncertainly — before Amos looks back up at him, small smile back on his face and hopeful little spark to his eyes. ]
Yeah. Maybe.
[ His hand drifts downwards, gives Matt a little pat on the back before withdrawing, back to his own side. Amos tilts his head a fraction, friendly and expectant once again. ]
Did you want to get out of here? Head over to Highstorm?
[ Said with the same cadence with which one would say home. ]
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So it's just a flash — downcast eyes, furrowed brow, lip quirked uncertainly — before Amos looks back up at him, small smile back on his face and hopeful little spark to his eyes. ]
Yeah. Maybe.
[ His hand drifts downwards, gives Matt a little pat on the back before withdrawing, back to his own side. Amos tilts his head a fraction, friendly and expectant once again. ]
Did you want to get out of here? Head over to Highstorm?
[ Said with the same cadence with which one would say home. ]