"Diego used to let me do his nails, way back before he transitioned. I wonder if I could get Hunk to let me paint his." Cammy mused, nudging him with her shoulder as she passed. "Any chance you'd let me do yours?" She was mostly joking.
Alex snorted but he nodded, "Sure… Micky used to paint mine when we were kids…"
Cammy visibly brightened, her eyes lighting up. "Perfect! I think I've got a few bottles in my bag, we'll have to do that sometime!"
Alex offered a smile, "Cool…" He sighed softly, "Micky would have loved you, you're so similar…"
"Sister?" Cammy asked, tilting her head as she offered a small smile. The past tense hadn't escaped her.
"Twin. She was great but we were so different. Mum used to say I was adopted. Michaela was just like her and I wasn't." He shook his head a little.
She nudged him, reverting back to old forms of offering comfort her and her brothers had used with each other. "Well, she sounded great, from the little I've learned."
Alex smiled a little, "Yeah… mum and her were amazing…"
"Tell me about them?" Cammy asked, noting the way he said 'mum'. It was…..kind of cute.
"Well… Micky was crazy, all smiles and laughs. She just kinda did bullocks all and didn't care. Mum… she was the glue that kinda held the family together. Always looked on the positive side.." Alex shook his head slightly, "When they died it was like all the positive energy just… disappeared."
Cammy nodded, tugging a hand through her somewhat braided hair. "I get that." She said, her voice quiet. "Everything just seems a bit dimmer than it used to?"
"Try a lot dimmer…" Alex mumbled, tightening his grip on the duster, "As in spiraling depression dimmer."
"Nothing ever quite looks the same." Cammy muttered, looking off down the hallway. "Guess we had more in common than I thought. Though in a horrible way."
"Yeah… and that's not even half the story…" Alex sighed rubbing at his face with both hands.
"Let's save that for another time." Cammy nudged him with her hip, giving him a small and slightly weak smile. "You got any happy things to talk about?"
Alex shrugged, "One time I put shaving cream in Shiro's pillow before he fell asleep. It went all over him and his bed and took him forever to clean."
Cammy snorted, the comment so sudden and strange coming from him that it startled her. "You-dios mio, really?"
Alex cracked a smile, "Yup. He got so mad at me it was hilarious."
"Remind me to watch my pillows carefully." Cammy joked, bumping him with her hip as she let out a laugh.
Alex raised his hands in defense, "I would never. I don't even think I can get shaving cream in space."
"There's gotta be a space equivalent, right?" Cammy raised an eyebrow, grinning. "I'm holding out hope that there's a space-version of everything."
Alex chuckled, “I want to find a cool space knife somewhere. I’m not so bothered about space shaving cream.”
"Well, I'm making a list." Cammy decided, grinning. She wasn't quite sure why, but she was slightly proud at herself for getting anything close to a laugh from him. "Shaving cream, possibly cigarettes, though this is the perfect chance to quit. And probably concealer."
"I don't know why you smoke," Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I… I hate it…" Maybe because it related to things in his past but she didn't need to know that right now.
"One of my foster fathers did." Cammy said, shrugging a shoulder. "I guess the second hand smoke got to me." Not quite the truth. In reality, the man had pressured her into an addiction, for whatever reason.
Alex nodded a little, "Yeah… my dad smoked, too…" Just a little bit of truth. It wasn't much and Cammy might not know it but that fact was something he wouldn't tell people he didn't trust. And well, he trusted her enough to tell her.
Cammy wrinkled her nose, though her eyes did flicker over to him. "I used to not be able to stand the smell of cigarette smoke, can you believe? And now, just talking about them is making me want to light one up."
"I can't be in the same room as someone who's smoking. Not now and probably not ever." Alex replied. He rolled out his shoulders, trying to not look so tense.
"I'll try and keep 'em outside then." Cammy promised casually, fiddling with one of her bracelets. "Seriously, if I ever forget, just let me know. I'm not a bitch all the time, y'know."
Alex nodded, looking over and offering a small smile, "I know. Thanks, I appreciate it." She probably wouldn't understand how much but he didn't care.