( amos looks comfortable, at least, and seeing him smiling eases something inside prax's chest at the same time as another part clenches painfully. amos isn't often open with his smiles; prax already knows that much for all he hasn't been with the crew of the roci for that long. )
I wish the food tasted better.
( but the moment the words are out, he presses his lips together, wanting to take them back. it seems— ungrateful, almost. at least they have food. it's more than so many of those left on ganymede have. )
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I wish the food tasted better.
( but the moment the words are out, he presses his lips together, wanting to take them back. it seems— ungrateful, almost. at least they have food. it's more than so many of those left on ganymede have. )