firstly im making bad decisions again SECONDLY i have WRITERS BLOCK and a migraine and im definitely gonna vomit
that expanse fanfic is still on its way but im still moving and also chronically ill so sneak peak everybody because i feel bad
"So, how much sleep you get last night?"
"What?"
"Do I have to repeat myself or are you trying to deflect?"
"Uhhhhhh…" he trails off. Not like he has an answer to give. He knows what the question was but he didn't even hear it, and he doesn't know the answer anyway. "I don't. I don't know. What about you?"
"What about me? I sleep fine most of the time. You barely fucking sleep."
Amos isn't breaking eye contact. He isn't breaking eye contact. Fuck. Blink. Fuck. "I sleep fine. How's that coffee?" Good save, really good save.
"Pretty alright, actually. How'd you get this good at making coffee?"
"By not sleeping enough, I guess. Isn't that what you just said?"
"It is. How much did you sleep last night?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"You mean you didn't sleep last night."
It's not a question. It's a statement of fact. Which is also entirely true. And Amos knows that, if he didn't he wouldn't have said it. Is it really that bad?
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