[ Amos stills, when Prax falls into his arms. For a moment, he just stands there, his hands gripping the jumpsuit at Prax's shoulders, like he's about to pull him off, but then -
Prax is crying, something desperate in the sobs, and Amos. Amos moves his hands, slides them to Prax's back, palms flat over his shoulderblades and one on the back of his head, pulling him close, letting him cry. He leans his head closer, hesitantly, lips just above Prax's ear. He clenches his jaw, his voice soft when he speaks. ]
I need you to be strong, Doc. I need you to believe in her.
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Prax is crying, something desperate in the sobs, and Amos. Amos moves his hands, slides them to Prax's back, palms flat over his shoulderblades and one on the back of his head, pulling him close, letting him cry. He leans his head closer, hesitantly, lips just above Prax's ear. He clenches his jaw, his voice soft when he speaks. ]
I need you to be strong, Doc. I need you to believe in her.