He didn't like it, even though part of him had felt it was coming. Either way, he had told his father about himself. Perhaps it would have been easier if his father had just tortured him as expected. Then he wouldn't be able to feel all of this. Certainly his father could've done that. But no, that hadn't- didn't- and what...Zach still didn't really get why. Colin had talked about stuff, and he didn't get how it was all relevant. Justin...Justin made him happy. And Zach didn't have the sandwiches or living together or stuff he just- it just-
Zach was at his desk with an article about something in front of him. But it didn't matter, just like the rest of it didn't matter. None of it mattered. None. Nothing. There was a knock at the door, and Zach didn't feel like he could deal with almost anyone at the moment. It was just too much. The committee was quite small now, and that was saying something. He nodded at first before realizing she couldn't hear that. "Uh, yea, um," Zach replied.