Amos rolled his sleeves up and ignored the looks he got from people as he made his way through the crowd after saving the world again--he knew he looked good in his white shirt with varying patches; Peaches had said so.

He smiled when he got to his target, snaking an arm around her waist and twirling her around before she could kick him in the balls and drop him right then and there, and said, "Chrissy, a dance?"

Chrisjen Avasarala's expression went from murder to amusement while she raked her eyes over his shirt; and then she let out a laugh, clutched his arm, and said, "I fucking hate when you call me that."

(also I hadn't seen this picture and it's my new favorite thing now lol)