Everyone handles things different. There's no shame in that.

[ He looks down at the spot Tewkesbury kicks, then back at his face. ]

Sure, you can count Enola. [ He doesn't know who that is, but if he's bringing her up when they're in this new world, then yeah, she's probably his tribe.

Amos stops. Cocks his head in thought. ]

Naomi. I'd be dead without her. She's... really helped me, a lot. The Captain, too. Holden. They're both really good people. Always trying to help others.

[ His eyes go distant for a second. Yeah, he knew he missed them, but he hadn't really considered how much. They're basically his rocks and now he's out on his own, adrift, and that maybe scares him a little. He can't help but think it's just plain good he met Tewkesbury, because if he'd met someone else, someone bad... He doesn't like to think about it. Without Naomi and Holden, there isn't much stopping him from falling back down a dark path, and he doesn't want that.

He shakes his head. ]

And Alex. He talks a lot. But he has a good heart.