[ Protesting way too much, indeed. Amos, for himself, tends to not deny these things. If he's asked, he'll answer, truthfully. Is Bobbie hot? Most certainly. Would he let her step on him? Absolutely.
He has no reason to lie to himself, but he knows Alex likes to.
Amos looks up at Alex, batting his eyelids a couple times. ]
Would you like me better if I'd stepped foot on Mars?
[ Alright, that's it. He takes a couple steps further into the room just so he can just plant his magboot into Amos's thigh. Not even hard enough to be called a shove. Just to make a point. ]
Yeah, yeah, you can shut the hell up now.
Mars would spit your ass back out to orbit before letting you touch down.
[ At Alex's half-baked threat, Amos cannot do anything but laugh. He could easily keep at it, rile Alex up further, and maybe a few months ago he would have. He could also flip Alex right on his back. Or just wrap his hand around Alex's calf, just to see how Alex would react if he decided to dig his fingers in a little, like a tease.
Instead, he just pushes Alex's foot off, still smiling. ]
[ The laugh actually relaxes him, for a weird reason he can't explain, a little of the tension in his shoulders easing. He realised he hadn't heard anyone laugh in a few days.
Maybe the hit to his pride was worth it.
His foot returned to the floor, magboot engaging when it touched back down, and Alex found himself smiling too. ]
Yeah, I'm terrified.
[ He had been, in the past. Amos could scare the shit out of him, sometimes. But not now. Not here. ]
Better you than Samus, is all I'm sayin'. You eaten yet?
[ Amos's eyes catch Alex's, knowing all too well what's hiding behind them. Alex is an open book, compared to Amos - just like Holden is. Amos knows he used to scare everyone on the Roci, even Naomi, sometimes. She was thankful for his actions, even if she would never admit it, but he knows that his attitude was worrying, even for her.
Funnily enough, he feels like he's mellowed out, just - going through everything they did together. He puts the gun down by the side of his bed, shaking his head. ]
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[ Protesting way too much, indeed. Amos, for himself, tends to not deny these things. If he's asked, he'll answer, truthfully. Is Bobbie hot? Most certainly. Would he let her step on him? Absolutely.
He has no reason to lie to himself, but he knows Alex likes to.
Amos looks up at Alex, batting his eyelids a couple times. ]
Would you like me better if I'd stepped foot on Mars?
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Yeah, yeah, you can shut the hell up now.
Mars would spit your ass back out to orbit before letting you touch down.
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Instead, he just pushes Alex's foot off, still smiling. ]
Careful there, big guy, I'm the one with the gun.
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Maybe the hit to his pride was worth it.
His foot returned to the floor, magboot engaging when it touched back down, and Alex found himself smiling too. ]
Yeah, I'm terrified.
[ He had been, in the past. Amos could scare the shit out of him, sometimes. But not now. Not here. ]
Better you than Samus, is all I'm sayin'. You eaten yet?
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Funnily enough, he feels like he's mellowed out, just - going through everything they did together. He puts the gun down by the side of his bed, shaking his head. ]
Haven't. Want to go grab something?
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[ So come on, let's go. ]