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.
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. ]
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'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.
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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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.
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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?
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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.
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... You're a really nice guy. I'm glad you're friends with him.
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So if anythin' else happens, you give me a call, alrigh'?
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