[ Without Amos really thinking about it, his thumb started tracing circles against the back of Prax's head. Little circles, going against his hair, then with it. Prickly, then soft. It keeps him grounded, in the moment, his mind entirely focused on Prax.
When the doc moves back, Amos lets him. He doesn't resist, doesn't draw him back in even though he kinda wants to. He lets him be, looks down at him, his hands falling to rest on top of Prax's shoulders. ]
Yeah. Yeah, okay. [ Amos focuses a little, sniffing. ] You been drinking?
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When the doc moves back, Amos lets him. He doesn't resist, doesn't draw him back in even though he kinda wants to. He lets him be, looks down at him, his hands falling to rest on top of Prax's shoulders. ]
Yeah. Yeah, okay. [ Amos focuses a little, sniffing. ] You been drinking?