( prax is going to sleep. he doesn't mind sharing his space with people, even though he doesn't know all of them equally well. if it helps alex, he's in —and he won't lie, there's something comforting about the idea of none of them being alone. about the idea of amos keeping watch.
for now, though, he's content to sit cross-legged on one of the mattresses they've dragged onto the floor. )
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for now, though, he's content to sit cross-legged on one of the mattresses they've dragged onto the floor. )
How do you make lasagna?