[ Where he ends up finding Amos is by a maintenance shaft door, starting to open it because fuck it if he will not go through every inch of crawl space on this station to try and find these cursed speakers, or the console controlling them.
He pauses when he sees Alex, though, wiping his hands on his thighs. ]
[ He's not surprised to see Amos working - he doesn't even think twice about why he might be doing it. Back on the Roci Amos almost always had some panel open or other. ]
[ Stopping his tinkering, Amos pulls back from the shaft entrance to look back at Alex, holding on to the side of the door as he looks up from his crouched position. ]
Yeah, I'm holding up fine.
[ He is. It's not ideal circumstances and he hates the music, but the sleep deprivation isn't hitting him as bad as it has some people he's seen shuffling around the corridors. ]
[ Alex leans against the wall, watching him with a frown, letting a slow breath out through his nose. ]
I mean, I'm worried about all of us, brother, but... [ He trailed off. He hated not telling Amos things, but he wasn't sure he wanted to throw Prax under the bus on this one. Time to find a way around it. ]
I just know people have been havin' a hard time, with each other. A lotta misunderstandings, that sorta thing. I guess I just wanted to make sure that things were alright on your end.
[ Alex is about as subtle as a bull. Sorry, Prax. ]
[ Amos frowns. He's stopped hearing words in the music, only getting a mass of noise that is just incessant, at this point. Alex's words overlay on top of it, and Amos has to work a little to actually get them to make sense. ]
You tryin' to say something, here? Because if yes, just get out with it. I can't play games, right now.
He nearly just blurted out 'Prax wanted to make sure you were okay', but even with his lowered inhibitions, he couldn't do that. ]
I ain't tryin' to play games, Amos. I'm tryin' to make sure you're okay. Actually okay. Not your usual 'I don't give a damn in hell so I'm fine' type of okay, where regardless of what happens you just mark it off as shit that happens.
I know you ain't - I know you ain't had a good day.
[ Amos, after a moment, sighs, fully standing and looking straight at Alex. He's not stopped thinking about it, the kiss, which is not usual for Amos - he can move on from any situation as fast as it happened, usually, but not right now. Right now, he keeps on repeating the moment, and the way Prax looked at him. The way he practically ran away. ]
There's nothing I can do about it now. What's the point in dwelling on whatever's happened? We're all on edge.
[ He sighs again. ]
I'm fine. Really. I don't know what you know or you think you know, but I'm fine. Shit does happen.
[ Alex just looks at him. Really looks at him, for a long, considering moment.
But in the end he just lets out a breath and nods. ]
Alright.
[ There was only so much to say, but as far as he could tell, Amos did seem fine. He didn't seem happy, no, but he didn't seem overly upset.
Not that Alex was really sure he'd even know what that looked like.
But there was only so far that Alex was willing to push it. Just like everything he wanted to know about Amos' past - there was just a line he didn't cross. If Amos didn't want to tell him, he didn't want to tell him. End of.
He was relatively okay, and that was the important part. ]
We are all on edge. I just hope this damn music stops before one of us snaps.
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He pauses when he sees Alex, though, wiping his hands on his thighs. ]
Hey. What's up?
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You, ah, you holdin' up alright?
Just wanted to check in on you.
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Yeah, I'm holding up fine.
[ He is. It's not ideal circumstances and he hates the music, but the sleep deprivation isn't hitting him as bad as it has some people he's seen shuffling around the corridors. ]
No need to worry about me.
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I mean, I'm worried about all of us, brother, but... [ He trailed off. He hated not telling Amos things, but he wasn't sure he wanted to throw Prax under the bus on this one. Time to find a way around it. ]
I just know people have been havin' a hard time, with each other. A lotta misunderstandings, that sorta thing. I guess I just wanted to make sure that things were alright on your end.
[ Alex is about as subtle as a bull. Sorry, Prax. ]
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You tryin' to say something, here? Because if yes, just get out with it. I can't play games, right now.
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He nearly just blurted out 'Prax wanted to make sure you were okay', but even with his lowered inhibitions, he couldn't do that. ]
I ain't tryin' to play games, Amos. I'm tryin' to make sure you're okay. Actually okay. Not your usual 'I don't give a damn in hell so I'm fine' type of okay, where regardless of what happens you just mark it off as shit that happens.
I know you ain't - I know you ain't had a good day.
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There's nothing I can do about it now. What's the point in dwelling on whatever's happened? We're all on edge.
[ He sighs again. ]
I'm fine. Really. I don't know what you know or you think you know, but I'm fine. Shit does happen.
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But in the end he just lets out a breath and nods. ]
Alright.
[ There was only so much to say, but as far as he could tell, Amos did seem fine. He didn't seem happy, no, but he didn't seem overly upset.
Not that Alex was really sure he'd even know what that looked like.
But there was only so far that Alex was willing to push it. Just like everything he wanted to know about Amos' past - there was just a line he didn't cross. If Amos didn't want to tell him, he didn't want to tell him. End of.
He was relatively okay, and that was the important part. ]
We are all on edge. I just hope this damn music stops before one of us snaps.