That weird little undercurrent of energy that he keeps wondering whether it's real or not, whether he's making it up or if it's wishful thinking - it isn't. He sees that little spark between Bobbie and Amos and can't quite bring himself to deny that he doesn't feel something too. Because even though he has seen Amos naked, sure, he's pretty sure it would be different, now.
He swallows, focusing on his cards.
"Talkin' like that makes it sound like you want to lose, brother," he says, looking through his hand. "An' I think I can oblige you."
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That weird little undercurrent of energy that he keeps wondering whether it's real or not, whether he's making it up or if it's wishful thinking - it isn't. He sees that little spark between Bobbie and Amos and can't quite bring himself to deny that he doesn't feel something too. Because even though he has seen Amos naked, sure, he's pretty sure it would be different, now.
He swallows, focusing on his cards.
"Talkin' like that makes it sound like you want to lose, brother," he says, looking through his hand. "An' I think I can oblige you."