[ Well, yeah. Amos is standing while Atsumu is sitting. Of course in this context, and this context alone, he would be looking up at him.

And Amos continues to look down, but now his brow is creased and there's a frown on his face, like he does not believe Atsumu. ]

You sure about that? 'cause you look like you ain't all there right now.

[ And he's familiar with that. When he'd first experienced his world dying, he'd been fine with it. Well, not fine so much as accepting — but the whole being borderline enslaved and shepherded elsewhere, helpless— yeah that's when he'd retreated into himself, which he seriously was not expecting from Atsumu, because he has never seen him like this.

Amos doesn't move, though. Just keeps looking down at him, not judgmental but extremely skeptical. ]

You at least want a light on or something, or is your discord high enough you don't gotta worry about that?

[ Because in this light he cannot exactly tell... but his sclera is back to its normal white, so that is not the case for Amos, who was going to need a light if he'd decided to make lunch. ]