[That offer is greeted, for a moment, with a long stretch of uncertain silence. He's not sure what to make of it. What Zacharie could possibly get from that. It's not any of his business - why would it matter what other people think of a guy he only knows peripherally, whom he occasionally drags off to get into myriad trouble. This is easily one of the most personal discussions he's ever had with the other guy - maybe even any other person at all, period.
After a long moment, a continuous extrapolation of a glaring quiet, Tim finally responds, simply:]
no subject
After a long moment, a continuous extrapolation of a glaring quiet, Tim finally responds, simply:]
Why?