“/Hmph/.”

Wow. It’s not been even five minutes. He only went into town to get some food for little Aziza and Bakari.

Can she blame him? He’s an /uncle/ now, which, clearly, he’s still not over about, /which/ is why the food he’s going back with is actually candy… because babies love candy.

“Oh. Hello.”

“Hel- O,” he said, waving his hand and then slowly forming the letter O with his arms.

He wasn’t quite sure what to do, now, since not even a simple greeting could be made. “Hm,” Amon wondered, and then motioned his hands around his stomach. “Are you hungry?”

Gods-damn it.

Amon tilted his head, grinning, knowing that what he’d respond with wasn’t what Doctor Fate meant, but went ahead with it anyway. He held a similar hand sign up—thumb down. “Rock on, rookie.”

“Uh, sure, dude.” He waved him off. “Anyway. Good day.”

“What’s a ‘Pokémon?’”

After returning just as fast as he had left, Amon tossed her a coconut. “Think fast!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t… I didn’t mean to scare you,” he ended in a mutter, and then carefully approached the object she hid behind. “Hey, it’s okay.”

He crouched and then inched a hand over to her. “It’s okay… it’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”

In an attempt to relieve her from her worries and help her understand, Amon smiled with his hand kept out. “Friend?”

Amon nodded. “Friend. /I/ am /your/ friend,” he softly said, gesturing back and forth.

“Uh… Oh.” He put two and two together. “My apologies, صديق عزيز. I though you’d catch it, but I promise you I meant no harm.” Amon put his palm out for her to touch. “No hurt here—ever.”