"Yeah, I'm ready," Zach answered, presenting his arm to escort Cedric to their picnic area. It was more of a joke than the desire to guide or lead Cedric anywhere, Cedric who was far more solid than he was at the moment, both physically and emotionally. After all, Cedric was dying too, as soon as he went home, and in a far more definitive way, and he was the one holding him up.
They walked down the stairs and slowly made their way across town to the woods, trying not to think about death, or Cho, or the fact that his side hurt every time he inhaled. "Six months. Tell me again... what we did?" Zach still didn't remember all of it; he remembered, now, how it had all begun, but there were a few weeks missing in his recollection.