[He scratches a hand over the back of his head before dragging it forward and rubbing it over his face.]
I know, I know. [He grumbles, trying not to sound too frustrated.] You say that like I don't even like you or something.
[He gets up, needing to put more space between them for a minute. Maybe they both needed that, maybe not, but he heads for the bathroom, closing the door gently so he can wash his face with some cold water, shrugging off the last lingering inklings of desire and heat that had built up. He's only gone for a moment, half a minute at most, before he comes back out of the bathroom.]
Seems like I should get out of here. [He offers, looking Zack over.]
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I know, I know. [He grumbles, trying not to sound too frustrated.] You say that like I don't even like you or something.
[He gets up, needing to put more space between them for a minute. Maybe they both needed that, maybe not, but he heads for the bathroom, closing the door gently so he can wash his face with some cold water, shrugging off the last lingering inklings of desire and heat that had built up. He's only gone for a moment, half a minute at most, before he comes back out of the bathroom.]
Seems like I should get out of here. [He offers, looking Zack over.]