[ Sheer stubbornness has Zack up maybe faster than most people. But that doesn't mean he's prepared for two large arms to suddenly come around him like some sort of humanoid bear trap. Cold metal meets his swelling cheek and while his first instinct would be to writhe, it's the echo of a memory that gets him to freeze. Gets him to stiffen as it washes over him and this time when he curses, there's an entirely different tone to it. ]
Out. Knock me- out, Al!
[ Already, he can feel the tug of those other thoughts pulling. Twisting into the midst of that thought, trying to pull it apart because no, no. He doesn't want that. He needs to stop him. He needs to take him back- Zack bites down on his lip hard enough to taste blood, but it doesn't stop them. Soon, he knows he'll be writhing again. ]
LOOK AT THEM BEIN ALL CUTE WITH THE DEATH HUGS
Out. Knock me- out, Al!
[ Already, he can feel the tug of those other thoughts pulling. Twisting into the midst of that thought, trying to pull it apart because no, no. He doesn't want that. He needs to stop him. He needs to take him back- Zack bites down on his lip hard enough to taste blood, but it doesn't stop them. Soon, he knows he'll be writhing again. ]