( there's an odd disconnect happening between prax's mind and his body. he notices amos' palm slide against his, the way amos turns to him and his body reacts to that almost automatically, something warm blossoming in his chest — and then at the same time, there's the topic of their conversation. a cold shower in verbal form, almost.
prax shrugs a little helplessly. he doesn't pull his weight, does he? )
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prax shrugs a little helplessly. he doesn't pull his weight, does he? )