"That's not what I meant." Amnos' expression creases a bit between the eyebrows, his common having gotten away from him in a very rare note of reminder that dwarven is his first language. "What I mean is if there is an option to choose responsibility, to take it and put it on your back, you always do that over what will make you happy. Every time."

He moves to put his hand at the nape of Chris' neck, knowing the weight of it may be rebuked but wanting to do it anyway. Wanting that touch to convey that his pointing out this observation is a testament to how well they know each other, and how he worries for his friend and his charge.

"Chris, it's alright to be happy. And it's alright to let things be."