[ He doesn't really think much at all about the implication, it doesn't matter to him that she was locked up, or even why. It's just a fact he wanted to confirm, and now he has and that's the extent of what he feels he needs to know about it. He's not the poke and prod type, at least not beyond that initial question.
If she gives him more than that at some point, he'll leave that to her. On her terms. But he'd listen, and he doesn't judge. He can't say he's the best at being helpful or even supportive, really. He's the last person anyone would go to for that kind of thing.
He gives a little hmph to acknowledge her answer, though. Yeah, he'd feel that way, too. ]
Guess anything would.
[ For Amos, he looks at someone like Peaches, someone like the girl in front of him, and he sees just the knife's edge he walks a lot of the time himself. So often, he could have and should have been put away like either of them. But he's free and Peaches wasn't.
She — the girl — wasn't. Now she is.
She lets go of the handlebars, he holds them steady. His head tilts slightly, considering her, the bike, his slightly dented car. There's not a ton of room in the back, but he could make it work. Why the offer even surfaces, he's not sure. None of this has anything to do with him. He can help her make a few adjustments to the bike, and they part ways.
So maybe he's just curious. And it's not really even an offer, at least not yet. ]
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If she gives him more than that at some point, he'll leave that to her. On her terms. But he'd listen, and he doesn't judge. He can't say he's the best at being helpful or even supportive, really. He's the last person anyone would go to for that kind of thing.
He gives a little hmph to acknowledge her answer, though. Yeah, he'd feel that way, too. ]
Guess anything would.
[ For Amos, he looks at someone like Peaches, someone like the girl in front of him, and he sees just the knife's edge he walks a lot of the time himself. So often, he could have and should have been put away like either of them. But he's free and Peaches wasn't.
She — the girl — wasn't. Now she is.
She lets go of the handlebars, he holds them steady. His head tilts slightly, considering her, the bike, his slightly dented car. There's not a ton of room in the back, but he could make it work. Why the offer even surfaces, he's not sure. None of this has anything to do with him. He can help her make a few adjustments to the bike, and they part ways.
So maybe he's just curious. And it's not really even an offer, at least not yet. ]
You feel solid on this?
[ Rusty is...the opposite. ]