At the sound of an all too familiar voice Zach’s whole demeanor changed. He knew that his kid brother had been coming to the infirmary to see April, and all the while Zach had worried about him. Worried what this whole situation might do to him, that it might launch him back into a depression episode like before.
So far it hadn’t happened. But to him it was only a matter of time.
Even through the absolute-all consuming tiredness, Zach managed a smile as he met Dillon’s gaze. It was out of the ordinary for him to be receiving a concerned look instead of giving one. “Talking to me is a damn good reason to be here,” he answered, keeping the opinion that he was damn happy that Dillon was talking to him at all to himself. “Also, seeing your girl is a good reason as well.” Maybe April wasn’t technically Dillon’s girl, but that didn’t really stop Zach from referring to her in that manner.
Standing up from the desk chair, he moved around the desk, leaning back against it as he studied his brother. “So, if you were seeking me out to talk to, is there something you want to talk about?” Logic and history told him that generally if Dillon was seeking him out, he had something he needed to talk about.
All he hoped was that he was in the mindset to do the big brother thing.
“Or is this secretly a way to make sure I’m not working myself to death?” Or drinking himself into oblivion, just because his younger siblings didn’t usually check up on him, didn’t mean it was out of the realm of possibility for them to do it.
The whole workaholic thing had crept up on him, but pride wouldn’t let him admit he didn’t entirely know how to step back from his work. With so few people around the compound that knew what the hell they were doing, he felt a responsibility to be here – and yeah, it was a pride thing as well.