[ In hindsight, she's not sure why she was so nervous to message him. The turn to the conversation has pushed her shoulders back up an inch; something in her stomach unknots, replaced by something — vaguely warm, a little floaty. ]
I'll get us dinner after.
[ Maybe getting to share a meal with him is a good reason to come back. ]
[ Maybe, on the other end, she can picture the hint of a smirk on his face. More seriously, though, there's just one thing he's gotta know. The rest of her reasons for getting away belong to her. ]
[ Jesus. Married. It's the most foreign concept to him, not the sort of thing that could exist in the same sentence as his name. As foreign as Holden even just once not being a goddamn hero about everything.
So did the someone showing up from home prompt this? It's a leap between the two things — seemingly — but. Maybe not. ]
[ The someone absolutely did not prompt this, no. Not that she sensibly sees the line Amos could connect between her two disparate dots. To her, it's a reasonable question, but it's also its own subject. ]
[ Not a thing he would have thought about before, but. I've learned you have to ask, so okay, he'll ask. It's more of a cheeky thing, though, because he already knows the answer. Knows her.
Then again, he's guessing the whole reason she asked is probably mixed up in some kind of, you think you know someone but you really don't sort of thing. Somehow, it's all gotta tie — even just a little bit — into taking a breath from the city. Getting away. ]
[ And that's an opening, isn't it. A terrible time for one, since she's fucking off to a farming village for the remainder of the month. What does it say about her, that this sort of courage comes easier with distance, with him in the rearview?
So, obviously, she fucks with him a little. Expecting he'll see through it. ]
[ Oh no, look at the smile she doesn't get to see! There's a soft laugh under his breath and he shakes his head a little on the other end. Wasn't sure what to expect. ]
Shit, I get that. Unlimited pasta, a guy like that all to yourself in Acreage, and you're gonna come back to all this?
[ Really come back? Is it a thing he's invested in?
Of course I am. I promised you an expensive dinner.
[ Well, not much of a promise. It'll be something she does because she wants to, not because she has to.
He's far from her only reason to return, but he's... pretty high up there. She's still working through what that means, if it has to mean anything. Once she makes it to Acreage, she might end up in the same room she hired before, puzzling at why the bed seems to stretch on for miles and her barely able to fill it. (The thought of finding someone else to fill that space doesn't occur to her.) There will be people she returns to because she has to, like Hughie and Annie. And then there will be people she returns to because — because she wants to, because being away from them isn't worth the clear air and vibrant night skies. Amos is in the latter category.
So, a tattoo parlour excursion. A meal she doesn't cheap out on. After that, who knows? ]
Gotta go. It's my turn to drive.
[ And, just in case he was thinking Alfredo The Pasta Husband was real, she sends a quick picture of her roadtrip buddy. In the darkness of the evening drive, the dashboard lights illuminate the downward-facing planes of Logan's face, making him look only a bit ghoulish — and not terribly amused by the loud click of the camera phone. ]
[ Hey, he knows that guy. A good crew for the trip out there, honestly. She says she'll be back in a few weeks, he believes that. As with many new and unfamiliar emotions that pop up, Amos at first doesn't always know how to identify them, only knows he'd recognize them in other people and that helps sort of — manifest them into something more real for him. There's defining it in objective terms, then considering how and if it applies to him.
In this case, her being gone for a bit, to get some air and maybe get her head on straight, seems reasonable and understandable enough. And at the same time, he finds himself thinking —
When he sees her again, that'll be nice. Genuinely nice. Something to look forward to, actually. ]
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[ In hindsight, she's not sure why she was so nervous to message him. The turn to the conversation has pushed her shoulders back up an inch; something in her stomach unknots, replaced by something — vaguely warm, a little floaty. ]
I'll get us dinner after.
[ Maybe getting to share a meal with him is a good reason to come back. ]
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[ Maybe, on the other end, she can picture the hint of a smirk on his face. More seriously, though, there's just one thing he's gotta know. The rest of her reasons for getting away belong to her. ]
Getting out of the city - no one fucked with you?
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No. But someone from home showed up. I didn't expect it.
[ A pause, and then. This, out of left field. ]
Are you married?
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So did the someone showing up from home prompt this? It's a leap between the two things — seemingly — but. Maybe not. ]
No. Why?
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I've learned you have to ask.
[ She's glad he's not married, though. ]
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Then again, he's guessing the whole reason she asked is probably mixed up in some kind of, you think you know someone but you really don't sort of thing. Somehow, it's all gotta tie — even just a little bit — into taking a breath from the city. Getting away. ]
Alright then. You?
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So, obviously, she fucks with him a little. Expecting he'll see through it. ]
Yes.
His name is Alfredo.
He won my heart through pasta.
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Shit, I get that. Unlimited pasta, a guy like that all to yourself in Acreage, and you're gonna come back to all this?
[ Really come back? Is it a thing he's invested in?
Yeah. Yeah. ]
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[ Well, not much of a promise. It'll be something she does because she wants to, not because she has to.
He's far from her only reason to return, but he's... pretty high up there. She's still working through what that means, if it has to mean anything. Once she makes it to Acreage, she might end up in the same room she hired before, puzzling at why the bed seems to stretch on for miles and her barely able to fill it. (The thought of finding someone else to fill that space doesn't occur to her.) There will be people she returns to because she has to, like Hughie and Annie. And then there will be people she returns to because — because she wants to, because being away from them isn't worth the clear air and vibrant night skies. Amos is in the latter category.
So, a tattoo parlour excursion. A meal she doesn't cheap out on. After that, who knows? ]
Gotta go. It's my turn to drive.
[ And, just in case he was thinking Alfredo The Pasta Husband was real, she sends a quick picture of her roadtrip buddy. In the darkness of the evening drive, the dashboard lights illuminate the downward-facing planes of Logan's face, making him look only a bit ghoulish — and not terribly amused by the loud click of the camera phone. ]
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In this case, her being gone for a bit, to get some air and maybe get her head on straight, seems reasonable and understandable enough. And at the same time, he finds himself thinking —
When he sees her again, that'll be nice. Genuinely nice. Something to look forward to, actually. ]
Keep him safe.
[ And herself, more than anything. ]