[ He has no idea where Amos is, so he just kind of wanders around the station until he finds him, stopping by all the usual hang outs first. When Alex finally spots him, he jogs up closer. ]
Hey, what happened? I just got off the comms with a very angry girl sayin' that you hit Frank?
[ He sounded confused, and concerned, and quickly scanned over Amos. ]
You feelin' weird again, or did he do something? [ Those are the only two reasons he can see for Amos lashing out. Amos was violent, but not randomly so. ]
[ Oh, for fuck's sake. Amos grits his teeth and clenches his fists for a second, taking some weight off his injured leg. ]
Did he do something? Yeah, he fucking did something. When I was feeling weird, I let it slip that I slept with Clara, yeah? Didn't think anything of it. And now I find out that he's turned around and went to her, asking her about her intentions towards me.
[ Amos squares his shoulders, looking straight at Alex as he points out towards the upper decks. ]
Who the fuck does he think he is, that he'd go and do that? Why the fuck would he do that? Why would he care? I can assure you, I am not the unhinged one, in this situation.
[ Whatever Alex had been expecting this to be about, it was clear that it was not that. He looked completely confused, for a few seconds, and then he just sighed, raising a hand and dragging it down his face. ]
Maybe. Pretty sure he doesn't have a thing for me.
[ But then... ]
When I told him the other day, though, he - he was like 'but I thought you liked Prax'. Like me liking Prax had anything to do with me sleeping with Clara.
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.
[ Amos sighs, flexing his fingers a little as he feels the need to punch Fran all over again. His life, his choices, there are so far out of Frank's business, and yet here he is. Who the fuck does he think he is? His Captain? ]
What you're saying is that he's built himself some kind of fantasy about me and Prax, right? How fucked up is that?
I think that might be it, yeah. [ He's not so sure about the fantasy part, and he looks a little uncomfortable, but there's no point trying to lie or talk around it. ]
If he thought that you guys were together, or almost together, and figured that Clara was puttin' a wedge in that... I mean, hell, it's still god damn ridiculous to talk to her like that, but I think that's where he might have been comin' from, on this.
God knows we're all cooped up and half way deep into cabin fever. Maybe it was easier gettin' upset over your love life than our situation.
Don't defend what he did. What the fuck does he know?
[ He knows very well that he's had a few moments spent with Prax in public areas of the station where maybe his looks had been a little soft, when he's reveled in the gentleness that Prax exuded, wanting to bask in it, just for a second. But even if Frank saw any of that, it's no reason for him to get involved.
Nothin'. I mean, nothin' about the two of you together - I've told him a bit about the crew in general, but nothin' like this. Just a bit about what we'd been up to before we got here.
It ain't like I'm runnin' around tryin' to put things in his head, Amos. We've talked more about Talissa than I've ever said anythin' about you.
[ Amos nods, mouth twisted. He doesn't want to assume it's because of Alex running his mouth, but the guy sometimes talks just too much. However, Amos believes him, and trusts him. ]
So he's just delusional, then. That's good to know, when I'm wondering about who can have my back in a fight.
[ Not Frank. Alex might trust the guy, himself, but Amos is not about to. ]
[ There was a long pause, as he looked at Amos, assessing for a second. He really wasn't sure that leaving it at a punch was really the best way to leave that particular message, but... Amos wasn't exactly being vague. And the man had a point. ]
... Alright. Then I won't. [ A little quietly. ] But only because I trust you, when you say it's done.
Well, shit with Frank is done. Know why? Because I'm not telling the guy a single thing he can use against me, ever again. It was a mistake, and I don't repeat those.
[ He doesn't regret something he didn't have much control over. But he definitely is not going to do it again. ]
[ He didn't like it. Of course he didn't. He's come to care about Frank a lot, and one mistake wasn't enough for Alex to write him off. But he was painfully aware that in this instance, it didn't really matter what he felt about it. This was about Amos, not him. And he couldn't actually claim the man's reaction wasn't warranted.
So it didn't matter if Alex didn't like it. He understood it. He didn't have to like it.
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Hey, what happened? I just got off the comms with a very angry girl sayin' that you hit Frank?
[ He sounded confused, and concerned, and quickly scanned over Amos. ]
You feelin' weird again, or did he do something? [ Those are the only two reasons he can see for Amos lashing out. Amos was violent, but not randomly so. ]
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Did he do something? Yeah, he fucking did something. When I was feeling weird, I let it slip that I slept with Clara, yeah? Didn't think anything of it. And now I find out that he's turned around and went to her, asking her about her intentions towards me.
[ Amos squares his shoulders, looking straight at Alex as he points out towards the upper decks. ]
Who the fuck does he think he is, that he'd go and do that? Why the fuck would he do that? Why would he care? I can assure you, I am not the unhinged one, in this situation.
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... Christ.
No wonder you punched him.
[ He can't even be mad... ]
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Thank you. [ Good to know his anger and reaction wasn't exactly completely out of proportions. He'd never do this shit. ]
I just don't get why, Alex. He barely knows me, and he uses a moment like that chat we had against me. Fuck, man. It's low.
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He have a thing for Clara, or somethin'? [ He was pretty sure he wouldn't have missed it if Frank had a thing for Amos, at least... ]
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[ But then... ]
When I told him the other day, though, he - he was like 'but I thought you liked Prax'. Like me liking Prax had anything to do with me sleeping with Clara.
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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.
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What you're saying is that he's built himself some kind of fantasy about me and Prax, right? How fucked up is that?
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If he thought that you guys were together, or almost together, and figured that Clara was puttin' a wedge in that... I mean, hell, it's still god damn ridiculous to talk to her like that, but I think that's where he might have been comin' from, on this.
God knows we're all cooped up and half way deep into cabin fever. Maybe it was easier gettin' upset over your love life than our situation.
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Don't defend what he did. What the fuck does he know?
[ He knows very well that he's had a few moments spent with Prax in public areas of the station where maybe his looks had been a little soft, when he's reveled in the gentleness that Prax exuded, wanting to bask in it, just for a second. But even if Frank saw any of that, it's no reason for him to get involved.
Amos is still very, very much reeling. ]
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I ain't defendin' him, Amos. Or excusin' him. I'm just tryin' to understand why the hell he did it, that's all.
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Did you tell him anything? About Prax and I?
[ It's not an accusation. Amos just wants to understand where Frank's thoughts are coming from. ]
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Nothin'. I mean, nothin' about the two of you together - I've told him a bit about the crew in general, but nothin' like this. Just a bit about what we'd been up to before we got here.
It ain't like I'm runnin' around tryin' to put things in his head, Amos. We've talked more about Talissa than I've ever said anythin' about you.
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So he's just delusional, then. That's good to know, when I'm wondering about who can have my back in a fight.
[ Not Frank. Alex might trust the guy, himself, but Amos is not about to. ]
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But that also - really wasn't something he was going to argue, right now. ]
I'll talk to him. Just - if he's an idiot again, let me know, alright?
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[ Amos crossed his arms over his chest. ]
Frank got the message. I don't need more talking about my personal shit around here. It's done.
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[ There was a long pause, as he looked at Amos, assessing for a second. He really wasn't sure that leaving it at a punch was really the best way to leave that particular message, but... Amos wasn't exactly being vague. And the man had a point. ]
... Alright. Then I won't. [ A little quietly. ] But only because I trust you, when you say it's done.
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[ He doesn't regret something he didn't have much control over. But he definitely is not going to do it again. ]
And everyone moves on.
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So it didn't matter if Alex didn't like it. He understood it. He didn't have to like it.
He swallowed, and nodded. ]
... Alright.