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( that's not what prax had meant at all. he'd been thinking of staying himself, not of anything regarding his appearance. if he knew that's what's going through amos' mind, he'd — he doesn't know what he'd do. blush, maybe. smile and look down or ignore it out of guilt for, what, flirting while mei is still gone?

he has no idea. he does know that amos is looking at him in a way that makes something inside his stomach clench. amos carries an intensity in him that prax used to find scary. now, it isn't fear sitting inside his chest, though he can't, won't name what it is. )

Thanks. ( he says after a while, repeating himself, meaning both the words and amos helping him. )