THE EXPANSE // BOOK EIGHT: TIAMAT'S WRATH
that's it, folks. that's the Character. the last one standing. the reluctant hero. the one who thinks he doesn't understand people, or emotions, despite his tribe - his family - being spread from one end of the galaxy to the other because he adds to it everywhere he goes. despite the long list of people who describe him as their best friend. despite this very moment, when all teresa needed was someone to fucking hear her for the first time.
no one notices he's the beating heart at the center of the rocinante family. all they notice is that he shoulders the violence, without realizing it's a burden he takes on, without realizing he's hunching under the weight of a lot more. no one, least of all the man known as amos burton, thinks he even knows what love is, when the truth is it's the only thing that's made the weight worth carrying. when the truth is that's the only reason he's done anything since surviving the cant. just because he's missing the vocabulary doesn't mean it isn't there.
