[He's distracted by everything. That's his excuse for not knowing her by feel. Even still...Zak finds himself subconciously turning towards her even before she says his name.
The sight of her is...sobering. Of course seeing familiar face is a balm - especially her face - but Zak doesn't like the idea that she's been pulled into all of this, whatever it is. Not Mrs S.
Still. She reaches out to hug him and of course he hugs her back. Of course he does.]
Mrs Sheringham.
[There's as much relief in his voice as there is guilt. As there is surprise. Without any idea what is really going on, he has an awful creeping suspision that he has doomed her along with him. And Tom too, perhaps. If he hasn't doomed the whole bloody world.
He'll ask his questions in a minute but for now he simply holds her. She seems to need it, and so does he.]
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The sight of her is...sobering. Of course seeing familiar face is a balm - especially her face - but Zak doesn't like the idea that she's been pulled into all of this, whatever it is. Not Mrs S.
Still. She reaches out to hug him and of course he hugs her back. Of course he does.]
Mrs Sheringham.
[There's as much relief in his voice as there is guilt. As there is surprise. Without any idea what is really going on, he has an awful creeping suspision that he has doomed her along with him. And Tom too, perhaps. If he hasn't doomed the whole bloody world.
He'll ask his questions in a minute but for now he simply holds her. She seems to need it, and so does he.]