[ Something in Zack's face changes. The set of his jaw, a tension in his eyes, something in his posture that made Reno's brows raise a little, alert.
How did he know that was coming? How did he know, and still hope that somehow wasn't going to be what it was?
His brows knitted, his lips pulled into a tight line, and he leaned back in his chair. It wasn't that he had melted into it, it was more he tried to sink into it with a rigidity to his posture. He chewed on his lip, and looked off to the side to leer at the basket of bread chips, and while he wasn't mad that someone had said anything about the things he'd done--really, he didn't deny them that right. He was still mad because now that he could say something? He was robbed.
It wasn't that he wanted to frame the story any kind of way, he didn't care about that. He just wanted it to mean something for having come straight from him, first.
And, if Zack was here and alive, it was a little easier(albeit no less strange) to grasp that she was from somewhere in the past, too. ]
I'll give her space.
[ That there had been no malice or accusation has him sucking in a slow breath through his nose, and seemed to come back to life. ]
I was kinda hoping I'd be the one to break the news to you--But yeah. I'm not proud of it.
I can give you the long and short of it now or later, but it was do or die, last minute order from the board. [ He'd leave it up to Zack if that was ample enough reason to hear the rest, if he wanted time or not, and if he wanted to stay or step away. He wouldn't blame the guy either way, but he also knew better than to think they could spend any time catching up with that hanging in the air. ]
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How did he know that was coming? How did he know, and still hope that somehow wasn't going to be what it was?
His brows knitted, his lips pulled into a tight line, and he leaned back in his chair. It wasn't that he had melted into it, it was more he tried to sink into it with a rigidity to his posture. He chewed on his lip, and looked off to the side to leer at the basket of bread chips, and while he wasn't mad that someone had said anything about the things he'd done--really, he didn't deny them that right. He was still mad because now that he could say something? He was robbed.
It wasn't that he wanted to frame the story any kind of way, he didn't care about that. He just wanted it to mean something for having come straight from him, first.
And, if Zack was here and alive, it was a little easier(albeit no less strange) to grasp that she was from somewhere in the past, too. ]
I'll give her space.
[ That there had been no malice or accusation has him sucking in a slow breath through his nose, and seemed to come back to life. ]
I was kinda hoping I'd be the one to break the news to you--But yeah. I'm not proud of it.
I can give you the long and short of it now or later, but it was do or die, last minute order from the board. [ He'd leave it up to Zack if that was ample enough reason to hear the rest, if he wanted time or not, and if he wanted to stay or step away. He wouldn't blame the guy either way, but he also knew better than to think they could spend any time catching up with that hanging in the air. ]