( somewhere beneath the grief and worry and thoughts of mei is a scientific mind and prax asks, promptly: )
What business?
( he backtracks almost immediately, though: ) You don't have to tell me. It's none of mine. ( seeing how he doesn't already know. it clearly doesn't concern him, except for how he's concerned about anything that makes amos punch other people.
he might've wondered if amos was a homicidal maniac at some point, but he doesn't anymore. )
no subject
What business?
( he backtracks almost immediately, though: ) You don't have to tell me. It's none of mine. ( seeing how he doesn't already know. it clearly doesn't concern him, except for how he's concerned about anything that makes amos punch other people.
he might've wondered if amos was a homicidal maniac at some point, but he doesn't anymore. )