[ On a theoretical level, Matt can acknowledge that the mind, the body, and the spirit are bound by subtle strings. One pulls on the other. So the phantom of Amos' touch should feel the same as the real thing--but Matt can't help which strings tug at his heart most easily. Upon realizing what Amos is doing, he feels almost lonelier for it, like getting a reminder that you can be close to someone in a technical sense yet feel as though you're worlds apart.
Still, he can appreciate what Amos is going for here. If Matt doesn't focus too hard, the contact feels nearly like it would if they were in person. ]
Thanks, [ he murmurs. And then, his mental voice feathering to a whisper, he adds, ] We can talk later.
[ He kind of means "never." He's used to having people not check up on him--at home, at school, in the cities where he's rented and then moved on. Here, too. Like for real, who around here actually stops their day to see whether he's alive or dead? Hopefully, Amos will be distracted with the Regent's chess moves and Matt can just ... keep his misgivings to himself. ]
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Still, he can appreciate what Amos is going for here. If Matt doesn't focus too hard, the contact feels nearly like it would if they were in person. ]
Thanks, [ he murmurs. And then, his mental voice feathering to a whisper, he adds, ] We can talk later.
[ He kind of means "never." He's used to having people not check up on him--at home, at school, in the cities where he's rented and then moved on. Here, too. Like for real, who around here actually stops their day to see whether he's alive or dead? Hopefully, Amos will be distracted with the Regent's chess moves and Matt can just ... keep his misgivings to himself. ]