Amos hefts him up, lifting a man of Gideon's size easily. He doesn't say anything. Gideon won't be able to hear him, won't be able to hear anything in a minute or so. Sweet dreams, asshole.
He finds a comfortable place to sit it out, letting Gideon rest nearby. Amos arranges his body carefully, so he won't wake up cramped, but there's really no guarantee of that, is there? The outer batt wasn't made for napping. It's where you go to do emergency maintenance, or be a dirty little spy like that shit Kenzo. Really wish he could have punched his ticket back then...
But that feels like a lifetime ago, and the here and now is so much better. Amos looks down at the sleeping Gideon, and he waits, letting his mind wander. Gideon's soft hair, his quiet nature, the delicacy of his hands... A thought forms in the dingier parts of Amos' mind, and he wonders at it. He generally doesn't make passes at people on the ship; if things to to fuck, you're stuck with them. On the other hand, Gideon is always on a knife's edge of worry, and anything to put the man at ease is good for the crew at large. He considers it, turning the thought over in his mind.
Eventually, Naomi makes the signal light flare. They're out of danger. Amos picks Gideon up, and takes him to his quarters, taking off both their helmets once they're in a pressurized area.
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He finds a comfortable place to sit it out, letting Gideon rest nearby. Amos arranges his body carefully, so he won't wake up cramped, but there's really no guarantee of that, is there? The outer batt wasn't made for napping. It's where you go to do emergency maintenance, or be a dirty little spy like that shit Kenzo. Really wish he could have punched his ticket back then...
But that feels like a lifetime ago, and the here and now is so much better. Amos looks down at the sleeping Gideon, and he waits, letting his mind wander. Gideon's soft hair, his quiet nature, the delicacy of his hands... A thought forms in the dingier parts of Amos' mind, and he wonders at it. He generally doesn't make passes at people on the ship; if things to to fuck, you're stuck with them. On the other hand, Gideon is always on a knife's edge of worry, and anything to put the man at ease is good for the crew at large. He considers it, turning the thought over in his mind.
Eventually, Naomi makes the signal light flare. They're out of danger. Amos picks Gideon up, and takes him to his quarters, taking off both their helmets once they're in a pressurized area.