[ The anger's still there as he suspects it would be. How could it not? But he doesn't anticipate the way Jim cuts short the space between him nor the hand that grabs at his arm to yank. And it's between that and between the ongoing ache in his bones that Zack twists uncomfortably, staggering. And there's no way to hide the pain in his eyes, raw and exposed like an open wound in his surprise before he has the chance to mask some of it.
Two years.
Two years.
Zack's gaze falls to the floor now as he nods wordlessly. ]
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Two years.
Two years.
Zack's gaze falls to the floor now as he nods wordlessly. ]