[ There's a small smile from him as she pats at his chest, the audacity of her cheerfulness. Yeah. She's charming. Probably gonna get her in trouble one day; she also seems like the type to find her way out of it on her own so no harm, no foul. ]

Not a whole lot else matters, nope. [ He's chipper enough as he says it. It's true; it's not a problem. ] This is only the third time I've been here, actually. But yeah. I guess it's nice.

[ Amos breaks eye contact from her to look out at all of the cosmos, his gaze drifting towards sheer nothingness instead. ]

Prefer being out there, actually. Oblivion's inevitable, right? No real point in fighting it.