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[ Amos smiles to himself. He likes that Prax seeks him out, because Prax tends to be at the forefront of his thoughts, too. It's a give and take thing. He thinks about Prax all the time, and apparently, Prax thinks about him a lot, too. ]

You're lucky I've got experience with this. I could do a botched up job.

[contorta]

I could've grown my hair out if you had.

( prax tries for — not levity, exactly, but at least something akin to a joke. )

[tumang]

[ Amos huffs out a noise, almost a chuckle. Only two more staples to go. ]

You'd pull it off.

[contorta]

I used to have longer hair.

( the words come easily, if a little absent-mindedly. he's busy trying not to read into amos' words. )

[tumang]

[ One more. ]

You can't say that if you've got nothing to prove it. It's like me saying I used to be fat.

[ It's a lie. ]

[contorta]

I can't imagine that you were.

[tumang]

That's what I mean. Can't prove it.

[ This is what he likes, hanging out with Prax. The conversation is inconsequential, flowing easily, even if it barely makes any sense.

Still, all things come to an end. The thought feels bittersweet when Amos pulls the last staple out of Prax's skin. ]

Here. You're done. [ He deposits the last staple into Prax's hand, before reaching for the towel again, to run it over the side of Prax's head. ]

[contorta]

You could take my word for it. ( prax responds, quick and easy. then — ) Were you really fat at some point in your life?

( and then amos drops the last staple into his hand and prax glances down. ) Ah. Thanks.

[tumang]

[ Amos grins. For a second, he almost tells Prax he'll have to live, not knowing, but -

Then he thinks about Mei. About the uncertainties in Prax's life. ]

No. Never had enough to eat to get fat.

[contorta]

( prax tilts his head, catching the tail end of that grin. smiling back for a moment before amos' answer comes and the smile fades and he glances down at the ground instead. )

I'm sorry, Amos.

[tumang]

[ Amos raises an eyebrow, then turns around, cleaning up the pliers, just so he can pretend that Prax's eyes aren't on him. ]

About what?

[ He's fine. He is who he is, now. ]

[contorta]

( prax thinks about it for a moment, brows pulling together. then, frankly: ) For reminding you of something bad.

[tumang]

You didn't.

[ Amos gives a half-smile. ]

It's just what it was. Don't worry about it, okay?

end scene?

[contorta]

Okay.

( after a moment, prax smiles back. a little weakly, maybe, but smiling. )