Apartment Above the Boards, Wednesday Morning

[intraspective]

Ino wasn't avoiding Zack. She really wasn't. This wasn't like the situation they'd been in last year, with both of them ignoring the elephant in the room and coexisting without ever really living with one another.

This was different because Ino had drowned herself in research since Kueng had left and had barely looked up from it for long enough to eat and shower and sometimes (maybe) sleep.

So, in a way, she was perhaps to be forgiven for not realizing just how much time she'd spent buried in years and years of painstaking work—a great deal of it done after her death—by a man whose love for her showed in the sheer amount of information he'd provided.

There was a lot of think about. And not all of it was about her death either.

Ino frowned at the report she was rereading.

[For ze guy, yo.]

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[puppy_fair]

It was nearly lunchtime when Zack made his way into the room, Girl by his side, a few takeout boxes of Chinese food in hand. There was a faintly worried look on his face, but he didn't dare speak. Whatever she'd been working on had clearly become an all-encompassing sort of important, the kind that made the rest of the world matter that little bit less.

A Turk's work, he supposed.

And so, wordlessly, he put the food down in front of her, not on the papers, but within her line of vision. And then he just sort of stood there awkwardly.