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[ Amos frowns. ]
Don't defend what he did. What the fuck does he know?
[ He knows very well that he's had a few moments spent with Prax in public areas of the station where maybe his looks had been a little soft, when he's reveled in the gentleness that Prax exuded, wanting to bask in it, just for a second. But even if Frank saw any of that, it's no reason for him to get involved.
Amos is still very, very much reeling. ]
Don't defend what he did. What the fuck does he know?
[ He knows very well that he's had a few moments spent with Prax in public areas of the station where maybe his looks had been a little soft, when he's reveled in the gentleness that Prax exuded, wanting to bask in it, just for a second. But even if Frank saw any of that, it's no reason for him to get involved.
Amos is still very, very much reeling. ]
Because you don't know. You don't know. [ Amos leans in, voice deep, sincere, eyes entirely focused on Prax. ]
You don't know where she is, or how she is. She needs you to have faith. She needs someone in her corner, Doc.
[ If Prax gives up, Amos has no idea what he'll do. ]
You don't know where she is, or how she is. She needs you to have faith. She needs someone in her corner, Doc.
[ If Prax gives up, Amos has no idea what he'll do. ]
( amos is still and certain, deep and focused. he's a still point when prax feels like he's spinning wildly out of control, his life crumbling down around him, his heart being pulled in this or that direction.
he doesn't know if he can have faith. he doesn't know if he can be what amos is asking him to be. if he's strong enough. but amos is centred, the eye of the storm and prax reaches for him, mirroring amos' grip on his shoulders, tipping forward, stumbling into amos.
his face crumbles, too. )
But what if she's gone? ( and he can't —he thought he'd lost her and then he found he didn't and he wonders if this is his breaking point, the back and forth of it, if his heart will be ripped in two from the motion sooner or later. it isn't the first time he's cried because of mei, for mei, because of her absence and he's so scared for her, he's failed as her father. it isn't the first time, but it is the first time that he presses his face to someone's shoulder and just lets the tears come. )
he doesn't know if he can have faith. he doesn't know if he can be what amos is asking him to be. if he's strong enough. but amos is centred, the eye of the storm and prax reaches for him, mirroring amos' grip on his shoulders, tipping forward, stumbling into amos.
his face crumbles, too. )
But what if she's gone? ( and he can't —he thought he'd lost her and then he found he didn't and he wonders if this is his breaking point, the back and forth of it, if his heart will be ripped in two from the motion sooner or later. it isn't the first time he's cried because of mei, for mei, because of her absence and he's so scared for her, he's failed as her father. it isn't the first time, but it is the first time that he presses his face to someone's shoulder and just lets the tears come. )
[ Amos is focused. Amos has one goal in mind, and that is getting them home, to their own ship, to their own time. Getting them back so that Prax can get his kid back. That is his goal, and he's intensely focused on it. What he does when he can't sleep doesn't affect that goal in any way, shape or form.
But not everyone is the same. ]
Exactly. He's being an asshole.
But not everyone is the same. ]
Exactly. He's being an asshole.
[ Amos stills, when Prax falls into his arms. For a moment, he just stands there, his hands gripping the jumpsuit at Prax's shoulders, like he's about to pull him off, but then -
Prax is crying, something desperate in the sobs, and Amos. Amos moves his hands, slides them to Prax's back, palms flat over his shoulderblades and one on the back of his head, pulling him close, letting him cry. He leans his head closer, hesitantly, lips just above Prax's ear. He clenches his jaw, his voice soft when he speaks. ]
I need you to be strong, Doc. I need you to believe in her.
Prax is crying, something desperate in the sobs, and Amos. Amos moves his hands, slides them to Prax's back, palms flat over his shoulderblades and one on the back of his head, pulling him close, letting him cry. He leans his head closer, hesitantly, lips just above Prax's ear. He clenches his jaw, his voice soft when he speaks. ]
I need you to be strong, Doc. I need you to believe in her.
[ Alex puts both his hands up in the universal sign of surrender. ]
I ain't defendin' him, Amos. Or excusin' him. I'm just tryin' to understand why the hell he did it, that's all.
I ain't defendin' him, Amos. Or excusin' him. I'm just tryin' to understand why the hell he did it, that's all.
No idea if we're not going to stumble upon a weapons locker tomorrow. And with this on, you can throw a punch that would bruise even Apollo. That's already a solid sight better than it was better you got it, isn't it?
[ Since when is Amos the hopeful guy? He's not exactly that, but he's also not a pessimist. He's realistic to a fault, and she's able to deal much more damage than when she didn't have the power armor. It's an advantage. ]
[ Since when is Amos the hopeful guy? He's not exactly that, but he's also not a pessimist. He's realistic to a fault, and she's able to deal much more damage than when she didn't have the power armor. It's an advantage. ]
[ It's not urgent so he's just sending this as a text for whenever Amos checks his console. ]
How the hell did I forget the love of my life???
How the hell did I forget the love of my life???
[ His hands lowered as he shook his head. ]
Nothin'. I mean, nothin' about the two of you together - I've told him a bit about the crew in general, but nothin' like this. Just a bit about what we'd been up to before we got here.
It ain't like I'm runnin' around tryin' to put things in his head, Amos. We've talked more about Talissa than I've ever said anythin' about you.
Nothin'. I mean, nothin' about the two of you together - I've told him a bit about the crew in general, but nothin' like this. Just a bit about what we'd been up to before we got here.
It ain't like I'm runnin' around tryin' to put things in his head, Amos. We've talked more about Talissa than I've ever said anythin' about you.
Edited 2018-06-25 13:17 (UTC)
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