[ That strikes a chord with him. He turns to look at Tewkesbury - really, really look at him - like he's just said something earth-shattering. Or, no, like gospel. A gospel he'd actually believe in.
His voice is quiet. ] Yeah. [ The idea of him being meant to be somewhere isn't something he can really connect with, but the rest... ] Yeah. We can do some good.
[ He doesn't always succeed, but that's how he tries to live his life. Why would that change here?
He nods. ]
We'll be alright.
[ Pauses. ]
You can message me, too. [ His voice goes softer at that - almost as if he can't really believe what he's saying, as though someone would ever want to reach out to him, but Tewkesbury has left an impression on him. A good one. And Amos isn't really the type to reach out on his own, but it would be a shame to lose that. ]
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His voice is quiet. ] Yeah. [ The idea of him being meant to be somewhere isn't something he can really connect with, but the rest... ] Yeah. We can do some good.
[ He doesn't always succeed, but that's how he tries to live his life. Why would that change here?
He nods. ]
We'll be alright.
[ Pauses. ]
You can message me, too. [ His voice goes softer at that - almost as if he can't really believe what he's saying, as though someone would ever want to reach out to him, but Tewkesbury has left an impression on him. A good one. And Amos isn't really the type to reach out on his own, but it would be a shame to lose that. ]