[It's sweet, really. Too much so for Zack to keep up the tone of flippancy when it's overridden with guilt. It may be easier for Zack himself to process, but it's hurtful in a way he doesn't intend. He doesn't deserve this kind of devotion: he hasn't earned it, aside from dying in the kid's arms, and he's been there.
He'd be more than a little pissed off too. (All he can hope for is that nothing else here quite shares his face, to continue to rub salt into that wound that never closes. No one deserves that.)]
Look, I don't know how to explain it OH WAIT uh promise me you won't have a heart attack though okay?
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[It's sweet, really. Too much so for Zack to keep up the tone of flippancy when it's overridden with guilt. It may be easier for Zack himself to process, but it's hurtful in a way he doesn't intend. He doesn't deserve this kind of devotion: he hasn't earned it, aside from dying in the kid's arms, and he's been there.
He'd be more than a little pissed off too. (All he can hope for is that nothing else here quite shares his face, to continue to rub salt into that wound that never closes. No one deserves that.)]
Look, I don't know how to explain it
OH WAIT
uh
promise me you won't have a heart attack though okay?