All Together as a Family

Amalia

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stop thinking so much

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It's awkward - why is it so awkward? Despite her initial enthusiasm Amalia can feel the anxiety creeping in, shadow fingers pulling at her neurons, her ribs. There's something here she isn't seeing, something she doesn't want to see. And why would she? All Amalia wants is the warmth and safety and comfort of family, a respite from the terrors that haunt them at every turn.

Is that so much to ask?

Deimos' bright grin distracts her away from her ruminations, a smile flickering over her own face as she attempts to swallow down the uncertainty, chalking it up to nerves. "You were there right after," she points out teasingly to Sam, raising an eyebrow as though to ask or did you already forget?

And then she falls quiet, letting him reply to Deimos while she chews on a piece of meat, mulling over an almost-thought that is sure to throw the night into chaos as soon as it comes to the fore.

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you're breaking your own heart

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