[ Amos exhales, his own shoulders slumping in turn as Abel says it's enough for him. It's relief, it's exhaustion, it's both. He really doesn't have much else he can offer beyond promising to follow him, so as long as that's good. As long as he didn't just totally fuck things up for him, because Abel definitely does not deserve it.

He cocks his head at blind leading the blind, taking all of it in. Some part of him recognizes exactly what Abel is doing, but the motivation doesn't bother him. He really is good with whatever.

It keeps him in the real world a little longer. ]

You're not a fool.

[ However light Abel is trying to keep things, Amos does want to make that point clear. ]

Can probably see more than me, anyway. [ Wait. Shit. He gestures at his eyes for a second. ] Not literally. I'm fine. There wasn't any long-term damage. More like... I got a blind spot, you know? Right and wrong weren't exactly considerations where I grew up, so I've got trouble with them most of the time. Try not to, but when the damage is done, it's done. [ He shrugs. It's not something that bothers him right now, at least. ] You probably do have the better end of the bargain. But, hell, I can take it, so I'd rather you have it anyway. It's alright.

[ He pauses. ]

Thank you. World needs people like you.