Amos POV
When she looked up at him, Amos saw the darkened lines under her eyes. Her skin paler then he remembered when he last saw her. Even the soft red of her cheeks seemed a darker red against her skin. Amos had noticed the blush when Liv had stared at him but he had seen the exhaustion on her face first.
"Problems sleeping?" Letting go of her arm when he realized he was still holding on to her.
The curious glint in her eyes doesn't go by unnoticed to him but Amos always had a knack of reading people. And Liv was beyond tired according to his instinct. Same way he knew Alex Kamal wasn't married even though the pilot liked to pretend he still had a wife and a child to take care off. And who was he to burst that bubble? Naomi knew as well and she never mentioned it. Amos took that as proof that it wasn't something 'good' to start a conversation about.
He heard Liv sigh and saw her nod. Her eyes flickering from his boots to the door again. Avoiding eye-contact. Making Amos smirked, noticing her embarrassment. "Don't worry about it, Newbie," making her eyes meet his gaze again. "It happens to the best of us. Every Earther needs time to get used to this. No sunlight. No night or day," he states. Not saying that he needed sleeping pills the first three fucking weeks on the first ship he was on.
Seeing a loose strand of her hair at the side of Liv's face, Amos reached out to it and tucks it back behind her ear. A tender gesture where his fingertips linger on her cheek for a few seconds longer then needed. Her skin felt soft under his calloused hand. Cool to the touch while his fingers linger there. He felt the urge to comfort the young woman before him. To make sure she slept tonight and made those tired lines under her eyes disappear so she could be her radiant self again.
It's only when his gaze travels back to meet hers, Amos pulls back. She had shut her eyes and was holding her breath. But the vague smile around her lips made his heart jump for a second. And it suddenly terrified him. Nothing terrified Amos. And he pulled his hand back.
"Let's go," waving at the door, breaking the moment between them. "Or we'll be fucking late and the drinks will be gone. I swear if Shed didn't leave any beer for me…"
She followed him through the hallways, walking beside him in silence and Amos once in a while glanced at her. When a sudden grin appeared on her features, he sighed. "What are you thinking about?"
"What?"
"I see you grinning. We weren't talking so I'm guessing you're thinking about something funny," his voice sounds light, careless.
"Well," she starts, right before they enter the canteen where around fifteen others were gathered, "I was thinking that you shouldn't drink too much or you'll have that massive hangover again."
Amos scans the area and nods when he sees Naomi standing at the far left. Leaning a bit towards Liv so she can hear his voice over the music playing.
"One tip, Newbie," and he chuckled when he locked eyes with her. "Stay off the clear alcohol." He winked playful while his finger puts away the stubborn strand of her ear behind her ear again.
"Amos!"
Hearing his name and nodding towards Naomi who is already waving a few bottles of beer brew. The beer on the Cant tasted like shit but it was something to drink. And when drinking enough of it, you could get drunk. But not as shitfaced as from that other shit he drank last time.
Making his way towards Naomi and the blonde woman standing next to her. What's her name again? Ade? Adel? The navigator who shared the bed with that Holden guy. Didn't matter. She wasn't interesting enough for him to remember her name. But Naomi seemed to like her.
"Hey Boss," grabbing a bottle from Naomi her hand and leaning against the kitchen counter. Following Naomi's gaze towards Liv whose now making small talk with James Holden on the other side of the kitchen.
"So, you brought the little stray huh," Naomi gives him a playful clap on the shoulder and Amos ignores it. Instead he sees the wide, sincere smile on Liv's face while Holden is telling her something. And soon enough, Alex joined their conversation. Whatever they were talking about, seemed like fun because he could practically hear their laughter where he stood. And when Liv laughed, Amos couldn't help but smirk.
"Amos, wanna do shots? Or drugs?"
Glancing sideways towards Shed, who joined their side a few minutes ago without Amos noticing, he shakes his head. "No," was his only answer but he shakes his head, "or what the hell. Shots are always good. Line them up."
"I always line them up why can't you…"
Staring at Shed, the medic quickly nods. "Fine, I'll line them up. Hey Liv, come help me will you!"
