[ . . . oh. ]

Ah. I uh. Think I might have an idea of what's goin' on here.

[ He hesitates, then, because this isn't really something he wanted to talk about with Amos, not after the last time he tried and it became clear that it wasn't something that Amos was aware of, or acknowledged. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jumpsuit, leanin' back. ]

I mean, don't get me wrong - he's an idiot, and god only knows why he thought that'd be a good idea, but - He probably thought he was uh - tryin' to protect you. And Prax.