[It's taken Zach quite a while to gather up the courage to contact Nathan, after the network glitch. He's still reeling from all of it, but at least the events of the day - meeting up with people, that whole discussion about what to do with Jack - took his mind off things a little.
But at night, he still can't sleep, and Zach tells himself it's fine, since Jack needs constant supervision. Only when most of the house is quiet and asleep, Zach is full of restless tension, and his mind trails back to Nathan, getting murdered by - Hermann, of all people. The only one that would have been worse would have been Woody.
So Zach hunkers down in a corner of the bedroom, and starts a private message for Nathan. He can only hope nobody hears him, but he can't bring himself to make it text.]
Hey, so...I just wanted to - apologize. The other night was weird as fuck, and I guess you didn't really get what was happening on my side, right? It was just - it was not pleasant. But I know it didn't really happen and it didn't happen for you so I probably have no reason to apologize but. I don't know. It was fucked up.
[Look at all these people coming out of the woodwork to...apologize? To him? To make him feel better? Jesus, this is so surreal. People don't act this way around him. People don't care about the shithead with an ASBO who pisses off everyone he talks to.]
We all saw a lot of shit that night. And nobody got any sleep and everyone was a fucking cunt without meaning to and we all feel like a flaming pile of shit...so it's all sorted. No apologizes necessary.
[His tablet balanced on his knees, he groans and leans back, resting his head against the wall.]
Fuck. I can't be the only one who thinks this was a bit much. Like, stay tuned for a word from our Satanic Sponsors.
[Zach runs a hand over his face. He would like for Nathan to really get that he's sorry about what looked like Hermann, but at the same time, he's also appreciating moving on from the awkwardness of...sincerity. And feelings.]
It was crazy. I really, really wish there was alcohol somewhere in this hellish place. Would help with not thinking about it anymore. Imagine, a fully stocked bar? I'm not much into liquor usually - I'm a beer guy - but I'd down a bottle of whiskey right now, easy.
I'd saw off my own leg for that. [He hesitates.] Okay, maybe not my leg. But the point is...the admin's a cheap bastard. Did I tell you I had some skunk on me when I woke up in this shithole? Gone. See, it's one thing to kidnap a man from his home and toss him in a town-sized freezer--but take his drugs? That's just cruel.
[Zach gasps.] What if they were for medical reasons? After all, isn't this House guy kind of an addict and he gets his pills? That's fucked up, man.
No alcohol, no drugs, only monsters. Did I tell you I got chased by a monster? Yeah. That happened. The fucking thing was crawling all over the house I ended up in all day long. This place doesn't let up.
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But at night, he still can't sleep, and Zach tells himself it's fine, since Jack needs constant supervision. Only when most of the house is quiet and asleep, Zach is full of restless tension, and his mind trails back to Nathan, getting murdered by - Hermann, of all people. The only one that would have been worse would have been Woody.
So Zach hunkers down in a corner of the bedroom, and starts a private message for Nathan. He can only hope nobody hears him, but he can't bring himself to make it text.]
Hey, so...I just wanted to - apologize. The other night was weird as fuck, and I guess you didn't really get what was happening on my side, right? It was just - it was not pleasant. But I know it didn't really happen and it didn't happen for you so I probably have no reason to apologize but. I don't know. It was fucked up.
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We all saw a lot of shit that night. And nobody got any sleep and everyone was a fucking cunt without meaning to and we all feel like a flaming pile of shit...so it's all sorted. No apologizes necessary.
[His tablet balanced on his knees, he groans and leans back, resting his head against the wall.]
Fuck. I can't be the only one who thinks this was a bit much. Like, stay tuned for a word from our Satanic Sponsors.
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[Zach runs a hand over his face. He would like for Nathan to really get that he's sorry about what looked like Hermann, but at the same time, he's also appreciating moving on from the awkwardness of...sincerity. And feelings.]
It was crazy. I really, really wish there was alcohol somewhere in this hellish place. Would help with not thinking about it anymore. Imagine, a fully stocked bar? I'm not much into liquor usually - I'm a beer guy - but I'd down a bottle of whiskey right now, easy.
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[Nathan lefts a rush of air out of his mouth.]
I'd saw off my own leg for that. [He hesitates.] Okay, maybe not my leg. But the point is...the admin's a cheap bastard. Did I tell you I had some skunk on me when I woke up in this shithole? Gone. See, it's one thing to kidnap a man from his home and toss him in a town-sized freezer--but take his drugs? That's just cruel.
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No alcohol, no drugs, only monsters. Did I tell you I got chased by a monster? Yeah. That happened. The fucking thing was crawling all over the house I ended up in all day long. This place doesn't let up.