Go see Zach:
I decided to see where Zach was heading and ran on after him. He went this general direction… right? Wait no, maybe a turn here… Ack no thats just a sewing shop… maybe over here? Okay okay let me retrace my steps. He went this way… and then here… aaaaand it’s the sewing shop again. Wait… I look further and see Zach talking to an old lady happily. I go up to them while they’re in the middle of their conversation.
“My my, I’m so proud of you, Zach. You’re making more friends!” The old lady said. Zach smiled a bit and adjusted his standing position.
“Well he’s more of a partner than a friend…”
“Isn’t that what you said about that Adrian girl?” She replied. Zach started blushing profusely and covered his face.
“S-shut it mom…” The old woman, who I now identified as his mom, laughed at his reaction until the two suddenly noticed me. “You… what are you doing here?”
“Oh is this your new friend? Now now, Zach, is that how you treat your friends?” She says in a scolding tone before turning to me. “Forgive my son for his rudeness. You must be Matt Kingsman. He was just talking about how you helped him get bailed out of jail! How awfully kind of you! Come in and make yourself at home!” She stepped inside and left me with Zach, who sat down on the bench outside the house. I sat down next to him and stared across the street. It was a nice day. Just enough sun and just enough wind. The perfect balance of weather, in my opinion. After a long moment of silence, he spoke up.
“How do you do it?” He asked, losing the gruffness in his voice. “I was wondering this ever since I saw you in that fight, but how did you keep it together?”
“What?” He held his hands out, his expression looking a lot more genuine than it was before.
“Back in the fight… you were smiling. Even though you took multiple hits, and you looked like you were about to die, you still didn’t resort into just throwing everything away just to take down one guy. How do you manage to still be yourself when faced in the toughest circumstances?” He explained, painting the image of his mind with the movements of his fingers as he spoke. I didn’t really have an answer for that. I just sort of shrugged. It was hard to explain things you don’t really think about. He starts laughing a bit and shakes his head. “I envy you, Kingsman…” He says adjusting his jacket. After a little moment of silence, he speaks up again. “I’m assuming that you think that I’m going to help you just because you bailed me out?”
