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[ Uh.

Uh, what the hell just happened?

Sorry Kamala, he's switching this over to voice because text will just take too long. ]

Hey, hey, sweetheart, slow down, I don't know what you're talkin' about.

Who did Amos punch? What happened?

He came over and punched Frank! After shouting stuff my Ammi would be super mad if I repeated!!! This is totally uncool behavior. I don't care if we're in a lawless station and are being held prisoner. I am not putting up with this! Tell him to punch Frank in the gym like everyone else does!

[ Well. That was worrying. But his voice was even and calm when he replied. ]

Alright, I'll talk to 'im, but I know Amos. Somethin' must have happened, if he got worked up that bad. Can you uh - tell me what he was shoutin', without the bits that your Ammi wouldn't want you sayin'?

Just to open up! Then he hit him. [She exhales loudly. The even and calm tone is already doing a lot to chill her out plus knowing it will be handled. That's all she can really ask for since she already knows what happens when she loses her temper and hits someone. She's upset, but not put someone in a neck brace level of upset. Unfortunately, that's the drawback of having superpowers. It's always an unfair fight.]

Right. So he went lookin' for him, and he was probably already mad 'bout something.

[ Hell only knew what. Amos didn't usually just go for blood like that, but on the other hand, Amos had also been acting fucking weird, lately. So who knew what had happened. ]

They still fightin', or did he leave? [ How fast did he need to get up there, was the question. ]

It doesn't matter if he was mad! Adults should have a handle on that! [Kamala snaps. Yeah she's too pissed for this. She loud inhale, counts to ten, and releases it.] He left. I am going to check on Frank and Max. I'll talk to you later, okay? Sorry again for being so snappy.

[ He waits as she calms down, and then in a gentle low rumble says: ]

You're worried about your friend. That ain't somethin' you ever have to apologise to me about, darlin'.

I'll talk to Amos. We'll sort it out, alright? Can't have them hittin' each other. We've all got to stick together. They know that, too.

Yeah... we're all each other have. [Which is really scary when she thinks about it. What if they all turn on each other? They'd be so screwed.] I'll talk to Frank too. You're probably right about Amos being mad before he came over. Something must have happened. I'll try to sort it out with him assuming it's the kind of story you tell your teenage neighbor.

I'll talk to him too, once I talk to Amos.

They're both the kind of guy who like to talk with their fists, sometimes. Don't make it right, but it means it ain't necessarily the end of the world, you know? [ Things would sort themselves out, somehow. ]

You alright, though?

Yeah, true. [He's making a lot of sense again. Kamala noticeably hesitates, but answers honestly.] And I'm fine. I just... don't laugh. I guess I'm just overprotective. I talked to him about stuff, you know? What it's like to be here by yourself when you're... me. He didn't laugh or rolls his eyes. He just makes me feel safe so I want him to be safe too. It's so dumb. If anyone here is okay, it's him. He's totally built for this craziness.

[ He didn't laugh. ]

He's a good man. Whatever happened, between the two of us, we'll get them to work it out. [ Life really wasn't that simple, but. He wanted to reassure her. And hope for himself that was how things worked, too. ]

You care about 'im. It makes sense that you'd feel protective. Especially if you don't have anyone here from home.

[That actually reassures her a lot. It's nice that he isn't telling her any of this is wrong. Really that's all on Kamala though. She questions herself about everything. She's not as kind to herself as she should be.]

... You're a really nice guy. I'm glad you're friends with him.

An' I'm glad he's got someone like you lookin' out for him. [ His tone was gentle. ]

So if anythin' else happens, you give me a call, alrigh'?

I will. Thanks, Alex. Talk to you soon, okay? [With that she'll end the call. It's time to see what the resident punching bag has gotten himself into today.]

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