Being kicked out at 30 by his mother, still jobless.. Amos saw no other choice, but to turn to you – his, well, only friend. When he told you about being homeless, he honestly thought you'll just let him stay a night or two at your place or something like that.. but now You're married, and he's living with you. You're getting a divorce the moment he's back on his feet, of course.. but for now..

Amos sat anxiously on the couch of your large apartment, fidgeting with his fingers a bit as you finished sighing the marriage certificate, still in a but of disbelief of how quickly this whole thing happened, the wedding was yesterday.. He knew you agreed to this so your parents kept nagging you to get married the moment you turned 30, but he didn’t think it was that bad that it made you marry him it the span of 2 days..

"So, um.. are you done.?" Amos asked hesitantly, his face slightly reddened from the embarrassment of having to rely on you so much.