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[ambiguouslyzach]

Date: Winter 2005
Characters: Lance Alvers, Zach Teller
Summary: Zach reads Lance's LJ and has to give him a ring, despite how stupid it may or may not be.
Status: Complete
Private phonecall.

He couldn't leave this untouched. No matter what he said or what conversations he had with his mother he just... he cared about Lance. He would never not care

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[rockin_outloud]

"Uh, hey," Lance muttered, sitting up a little straighter and wishing he'd bothered to look at the caller ID.

"What's going on?"

But he already knew, didn't he. That stupid fucking webpage. Fuck.

[ambiguouslyzach]

His pulse was rapidly increasing. He hadn't talked to Lance in so long.. and now, under such horrible circumstances.

"I'm sorry about Pietro," he said quietly, wishing he had something less lame to say about it.

[rockin_outloud]

"Thanks," he said stiffly, very much not wanting to talk about it.

"Stuff in Texas okay?"

[ambiguouslyzach]

He blinked. Well, what had he been expecting really? This was Lance he was talking to. The man avoided better than even Zach himself did.

"I.. everything's fine. Miss the city." He smiled slightly, not feeling quite as awkward for some reason. "I just wanted to make sure you were handling everything okay...? I know he was like your brother."

[rockin_outloud]

"And now he's dead and I don't want to talk about it," Lance replied, maybe a bit too sharply.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair and letting his eyes fall closed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I just don't want to talk about it. Shouldn't have made that fucking post to start with."