[The good thing about Zeke was that he gave people time. He had always been a patient person and always knew that when things went down, it was never the best thing to add pressure by incessant worrying. That just added to more stress, of course.
A couple of hours would pass before lighting up a cigarette, taking a drag, and making a filter. He speaks low, as usual. Time to lay on the charm, as subtle as it was.]
How are you feeling?