( prax stays there, leaning against amos, letting amos take most of his weight for a while longer. he's not sure how much time passes, really. his head feels strangely empty, his chest lighter now. like he's floating, maybe. the scientific part of his mind tells him that he's probably a little dehydrated, that he should drink something, get some rest.
he draws back eventually, slowly, not quite able to look amos in the eye but not ashamed of how slowly he detangles himself from amos, either. not trying to hide the way he rubs tear stains off his cheeks. )
I should - ( he clears his throat. ) Get some water.
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he draws back eventually, slowly, not quite able to look amos in the eye but not ashamed of how slowly he detangles himself from amos, either. not trying to hide the way he rubs tear stains off his cheeks. )
I should - ( he clears his throat. ) Get some water.