[ That touch of amusement feels like a touch of normalcy, so that's good.
As are the additional snapshots Matt provides him with, the last one being somewhere he knows the exact location of. He nods to himself. ]
Thanks. See you soon.
[ And then the connection is cut off, Amos replacing his shard as he ventures out into greater Achamoth.
Between weaving his way through the more populated streets and taking the wrong turn every now and then it takes Amos a bit longer than he'd like to get there, but when the entertainment district fades away and he can recognize he's standing in spots where Matt had been not too long ago, he slows down from a brisk walk to a more standard pace. Still with purpose, still with his shoulders squared and head held high, looking for the intersection where Matt actually is—
There.
And, on closer look, there's something off. He's used to his true sight by now, but the spot around Matt's left hand—
Wait no what the fuck.
That speeds him right back up and, as soon as he's within earshot, he calls out, ] What the fuck happened?
[ There's a tense edge to his voice, to his body language as he finally makes his way to Matt, coming to a crouch in front of him, staring down at the stump — at the frayed energy around it — before trying to catch Matt's gaze, imploring. No wonder he'd been acting so fucked up. Jesus christ. ]
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As are the additional snapshots Matt provides him with, the last one being somewhere he knows the exact location of. He nods to himself. ]
Thanks. See you soon.
[ And then the connection is cut off, Amos replacing his shard as he ventures out into greater Achamoth.
Between weaving his way through the more populated streets and taking the wrong turn every now and then it takes Amos a bit longer than he'd like to get there, but when the entertainment district fades away and he can recognize he's standing in spots where Matt had been not too long ago, he slows down from a brisk walk to a more standard pace. Still with purpose, still with his shoulders squared and head held high, looking for the intersection where Matt actually is—
There.
And, on closer look, there's something off. He's used to his true sight by now, but the spot around Matt's left hand—
Wait no what the fuck.
That speeds him right back up and, as soon as he's within earshot, he calls out, ] What the fuck happened?
[ There's a tense edge to his voice, to his body language as he finally makes his way to Matt, coming to a crouch in front of him, staring down at the stump — at the frayed energy around it — before trying to catch Matt's gaze, imploring. No wonder he'd been acting so fucked up. Jesus christ. ]