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((OOC: Zell may show messages to Jim Hawkins. If you do not want Jim to see/know, then please let me know.))

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[Given that kind of an ass applies to a lot of his friends from home, then yeah he would have gotten along with Lancer well enough. He's setting aside whatever weighing on his mind and heart to move closer to Zack. Going to forget the dumb idea that something could control him any time to hurt his friends and place a hand on Zack's shoulder.

Zack has been here longer. The list of Zell's friends who were no longer here is much shorter than Zack's. He lets silence settle between them for a few moments. Zack looks a lot more tired and some how looks more pale than normal. It's not just sadness and bodies weighing heavily on his shoulders and heart, but something else. Something Zell can't really translate yet. He's still learning Zackism. Kunsel will probably get it though. They just have to be patient for him to get back to them.]

I get along with you just fine. [Attempting a cheeky smile as he gives his shoulder a squeeze. Not going to hug because he is being super mindful of the bruise Zack probably has on his stomach.] Any friends of yours, man. [Would count as a friend or an ally at least.]

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[ The fact that Zell seems to drop his guard, that he seems to approach him again without hesitance once more and touch his shoulder... That's more than enough of a relief. Perhaps more than Zack, himself, realized initially. Instinctively, he goes to reach up in turn. To lightly clap a hand over his friend's and give it a squeeze as his smile grows just a little more real.

And then realer at that comment. It's still not easy to think about it, no. But... still. To think of Lancer and Zell... what they would have been like together? He can only imagine the kind of dynamic they would have had. And it's a good thought. A good feeling even in the bittersweet moment. And even better knowing, well... He shakes his head just a little. ]

Get along just fine, huh. I guess. [ Just gonna be a bit of a butt here. Never mind it's true. ] Anyway, look, seriously. Don't worry about it. Though I gotta ask- you know what brought that on by chance?

[swatsflies]

[Zack being up set trumps any hesitations on touching or bridging the space. He might be wary or putting a distance between them next time Winter chats though.

Concentrating on the inquiry because it's pretty important.] A light. She showed me the room she was in and there was a light flashing on and off. It kept turning on and off until I felt like I was there. I don't know if I was seeing something related to her or if was just this place messing around, you know?

[heroproceeding]

It's hard to say... [ And honestly makes him feel something between curious and just plain uneasy. She showed him something... but then she had been acting strange. So strange that day. He didn't have to talk with her personally to get that impression. The conversations he had read, well. They had told him enough.

He peels his hand away, but it's only so he can cross his arms in thought as he looks out to the distance. ] I'd just be more careful next time. When things go haywire like that, you never know what's gonna happen.

[ Like with the tablets that one time... ]

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Next time, I'll get off as soon as something seems off. Especially if weird shit is already happening.

[Sadly, as much as he means it now, he probably won't follow through with this. Whoops.]

I'll be more careful.

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You better be. I mean I can handle a hit like that. But you end up catching the wrong guy off guard like that... It won't be pretty, you know?

[ As much as he doesn't intend to scare Zell, well. They gotta be realistic, too. And the fact of the matter is if it'd been Jim... Well.

It's a good thing it wasn't. It makes his eyes flicker for a moment in a passing thought but- no. Not the time. Not in such a small house. Which might be why instead he starts back into the house... if not reaching out to pat his shoulder in the midst of his stride. ] Take care of him.

[ There's a weight in those words like there's something more. But he's already ducking back inside to join the others. ]