His hands stuck in his pockets because Zach was not going to do any of his normal ticks that let off any of his...well his hands were in his pocket. Hmm, his lighter was in one pocket. And his fingers were rolling it around between them because he wasn't an idiot and wasn't going to open it in his pocket.
"Never liked one besides Tracey," Zach replied, glancing out the window. It was mildly more tolerable of conversation. And it wasn't so bad to say he'd only liked one girl. He wasn't going to talk about the horrible mistake of a shag the only other person he'd shagged besides Trace. If it could really be called that. Oh, girls were not - in general - sexy.
"She's not a beard," Zach looked straight at Romilda fiercely at that, "I'm not using her. I love her." She was greatly mistaken to think anything of the sort. Tracey had been a good friend long before he liked her or knew he liked her. He wouldn't do that to her.