[ God damn it. Alex sighed.

He nearly just blurted out 'Prax wanted to make sure you were okay', but even with his lowered inhibitions, he couldn't do that. ]

I ain't tryin' to play games, Amos. I'm tryin' to make sure you're okay. Actually okay. Not your usual 'I don't give a damn in hell so I'm fine' type of okay, where regardless of what happens you just mark it off as shit that happens.

I know you ain't - I know you ain't had a good day.