baltimores: (057; (breathe in. breathe out.))
last man standing. ([personal profile] baltimores) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2021-11-17 08:36 am (UTC)

[ The smile surprises him, and it's all Amos can do but blink. He hadn't thought Nadine would be happy to see him, let alone that happy. His hand falls limply to his side as she approaches him, part of him appreciating this development, most of him completely thrown by it.

Not like he's in space, so there's no need for a jumpsuit here; black shirt, black jacket, grey pants, combat boots suit him just fine. And it's true, he isn't much one for parties. Had just trailed after Sam a fair bit at his barbecue, hadn't gone to anything else. Even if he'd had someone to encourage him to go... he probably wouldn't have.

And he feels awkward as fuck being here now, face to face with Nadine again. No bars between them, memories intact, no time factor telling them to leave immediately. He almost gets the sense that Nadine's friendliness is overcompensating for something, because there's no way she should be this happy to see him. But he's not gonna bring it up if she won't.

He shrugs, that awkwardness probably permeating the air, the way he holds his body almost stiffly, voice with an uncertainty to it. ]
Wouldn't know the difference. Not exactly a whole lot of flowers in Baltimore.

[ Right. So this is all fake, but there are parts of it that are real to Nadine. Okay. He can work with that. Amos looks down at the flowers — or maybe just his feet — back up at Nadine. His voice is softer when he speaks up again, like if they're at peace then he's going to try to commit to that. ]

You grow up around these?

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