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On the burn, Holden and Naomi tended to fold in on each other, not that either of the it It was a natural pattern for lovers to take more comfort in one another than in the rest of the crew If it had been different, Alex would have been worried about it But it left him and Amos withable to get along with almost anyone on a crew, and Amos was no exception Amos was a man without subtext When he said he needed some time alone, it was because he needed some time alone When Alex asked if he wanted to come watch th

e newly downloaded neo-noir films out of Earth that he subscribed to, the ansas always and only a response to the question There was no sense of backbiting, no social punishames It just hat it was, and that was it Alex wondered sometimes ould have happened if Aer, and he’d spent the last few years with their old medic, Shed Garvey

It probably wouldn’t have gone as well Or maybe Alex would have adjusted Hard to know

“I’ve been having dreams that… bother me,” Alex said

“Nightmares, like?”

“No Good dreams Dreams that are better than the real world Where I feel bad waking up from them”

“Huh,” Ahtfully and drank his coffee

“Have you ever had dreams like that?”

“Nope”

“The thing is, Tali’s in all of them”

“Tali?”

“Talissa”

“Your ex-wife”

“Yeah,” Alex said “She’s always there and things are always… good I ether Sometimes I’m back on Mars Soood, and then I wake up and she’s not here and we aren’t And…”

A his face into sohtful