make amends

[makoeyespuppy]

Zack stared at the door. This was ridiculous, and he knew it. He'd been standing in front of the door for the better part of a minute, staring at it like an idiot, and his hands were sweating under the leather of his gloves. This was supposed to be a good thing, and still could turn out that way; there was no reason to act as though he were facing

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[l_brokensword_l]

Angeal was sitting on the bed with a foil-covered glass pan of brownies next to him. He looked up worriedly as Zack peeked in. "The chocolate's still melty."

[makoeyespuppy]

"Best kind," Zack said, moving in slowly. He didn't close the door behind him entirely; he didn't trust this place, and the last thing they needed was to get trapped in here together with no escape route. He pulled out the chair from the small desk and sat cautiously.

"Um. So."

[l_brokensword_l]

"Why don't you go first? Or would you rather... not talk about that?" Avoiding eye-contact a bit, Angeal nudged the warm pan of brownies closer to Zack.

[makoeyespuppy]

"Hey, you were the one who said we should talk." He looked at the brownies, but it didn't seem worth the effort to actually get up again and get one.