Adam laughed, glad that the Amalia he knew was making an appearance again; over the years they'd developed a language of playful banter and jokes designed just for them. When they needed to, they could be serious, but for the most part this said what they needed to without the exact words; smiles and one liners saying over and over: hey, I love you. I'm here for you.
"It's a good kinda crazy, thou--" He began, but stopped as she whispered his name as if she hadn't seen him for years, tears springing to her eyes. It was clear from his expression he was confused, but he'd been there through endless ups and downs (Caido liked to pile stress on Amalia, and by extension, him, regularly) and knew immediately what to do.
Gently he came forward to put an arm around her, begin walking up to the little house slowly, his other hand stroking her arm closest to him. "Hey, no need to apologise, right? Let's get in the house, I'll try make you a cup of tea without fucking up and pouring the leaves all over like I did yesterday, and we'll talk about it. How's that sound?"
"It's a good kinda crazy, thou--" He began, but stopped as she whispered his name as if she hadn't seen him for years, tears springing to her eyes. It was clear from his expression he was confused, but he'd been there through endless ups and downs (Caido liked to pile stress on Amalia, and by extension, him, regularly) and knew immediately what to do.
Gently he came forward to put an arm around her, begin walking up to the little house slowly, his other hand stroking her arm closest to him. "Hey, no need to apologise, right? Let's get in the house, I'll try make you a cup of tea without fucking up and pouring the leaves all over like I did yesterday, and we'll talk about it. How's that sound?"
So collect your courage and collect your horse
And pray you never feel this same kind of remorse
And pray you never feel this same kind of remorse
Adam
