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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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[ambiguouslyzach]

Zach bit his lip against his response. If Lance didn't want to talk about it it was best to honor that. Everyone handled grief differently after all...

"Don't apologize, it's fine.." Don't say anything, don't say anything... "So, how is.. everything other than that?"

[rockin_outloud]

"Same as last time we talked," he said honestly, leaning back into the couch. "Just work and shit like that."

Trying to get into the pants of anyone who will fuck me and vice versa. Hating my fucking apartment. Attempting to make deals that will land me in prison. Just fucking fantastic.

[ambiguouslyzach]

He noticed the tension in Lance's voice and frowned.

"I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. But I couldn't read that and not give you a call."

[rockin_outloud]

"No. I mean, I get it and everything. Why you called."

He took a deep breath, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

"Thanks."

[ambiguouslyzach]

He bit his lip harder against the sharp inhale of breath.

"Yeah. I mean.. I'm always.. here, if you need anything." He rolled his eyes inwardly. "Okay, so as Joey would say, a bit Dear Abby of me. But you know what I mean." I hope someone does, anyway.