[ Amos pauses again, but then moves again, pulling another staple and leaning around so that he can look at Prax straight in the eyes.
He's never really thought about it, at least not on any kind of deep level, but he'd have to be blind not to see how handsome Prax is. It's not just that, either, it's not just looks. It's the look in his eyes, the hope he clings to, the love he has for his kid. It makes him glow from the inside out, to Amos, almost blindingly so. ]
It's something, all right.
[ Amos is no good with words. But he tries to show that he means it through his eyes, moving over Prax's face, before he moves back, and gets back to work. ]
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He's never really thought about it, at least not on any kind of deep level, but he'd have to be blind not to see how handsome Prax is. It's not just that, either, it's not just looks. It's the look in his eyes, the hope he clings to, the love he has for his kid. It makes him glow from the inside out, to Amos, almost blindingly so. ]
It's something, all right.
[ Amos is no good with words. But he tries to show that he means it through his eyes, moving over Prax's face, before he moves back, and gets back to work. ]