Zacharias groaned as he heard the one word he hated most of all because it never meant anything. Sorry didn't even have a place in his own vocabulary. It was bad enough in a normal circumstances, now wrapped up with pity and sorrow, he didn't want it. Rolling his eye he looked at Ernie.
"Really? I don't look well?" He pulled a face, trying to settle on disgust and annoyance because they were old friends and numb was too hard to hold on. (And yet they were easier than anything else.) "How would you like me to look?" Zacharias shook his head. No, he didn't really want an answer to that question. Because there was no way anyone who had gone through the past two days that he did could anything close to fine or well.