The last time he could remember being this twitchy was after he got back from Afghanistan, but Zach wasn’t about to go admitting that to a kid, he had to maintain a level of ‘cool’ here. Shaking his head, he laughed slightly at Jax’s reasoning, but couldn’t argue with it. “You know Maddie would agree with you, which means I’d be outnumbered, so no point in fighting it.” He wasn’t caving, no, he was just admitting when he knew he had lost a battle, and this was definitely a fight he should just throw in the towel. The nickname wasn’t extremely awful, so he could live with it – even if it made him sound like a white wrapper or something.
“Honestly, I’d take fucking shrapnel over a zombie bite,” which was saying a lot, because from what Zach remembered being hit by shrapnel sucked hardcore. “Apparently fate decided to give me a break.” The whole being immune thing was a blessing, one that he had honestly not expected – but he wasn’t going to take it for granted.
There really was no way to keep from laughing as Jax phased through a serious of things before catching himself. His own ability was far less entertaining, and mostly Zach had kept it under wraps, because it wasn’t the easiest to explain. “You better be using that trick for good and not evil,” he mock-scolded, fully aware that if he had been a nineteen year old guy with that ability he might have taken advantage of it in certain ways. “You’re so bored you’re wandering into the infirmary? We need to get you a hobby,” Zach remarked with a smirk. “And I’m pretty sure the nurses hide in fear when you come around now.” Most of them had been relieved when Jax had been released from quarantine – the kid could talk a mile a minute and had creative ways of entertaining himself and everyone else and apparently the nurses had found that to be exhausting.