Jack had just settled down onto the cushions alongside Zev's waist, stretching out for a nice spot of lazing alongside him while he drifted though his haze of coffee-buoyed drunkenness, when that question came.
He went still.
"...Isaac?" For a long, terrible second, none of the component parts of that question fit. They spun around and jammed and ground against each other like ill-fitted gears, spitting sparks and throwing off sharp filings of metal and God, he'd touched it, he'd sat there alongside Eugene and meticulously cleaned the thing without once imagining that it had-
"Why - bloody . . . why would Isaac-? To you, I mean, he-" He felt sick, not acutely but in the crawling, prickling, cold-sweat way. It was in the house, sitting right alongside Zev's boots and he's not sure he wouldn't have flung it off the edge of the damned island if he'd known.
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He went still.
"...Isaac?" For a long, terrible second, none of the component parts of that question fit. They spun around and jammed and ground against each other like ill-fitted gears, spitting sparks and throwing off sharp filings of metal and God, he'd touched it, he'd sat there alongside Eugene and meticulously cleaned the thing without once imagining that it had-
"Why - bloody . . . why would Isaac-? To you, I mean, he-" He felt sick, not acutely but in the crawling, prickling, cold-sweat way. It was in the house, sitting right alongside Zev's boots and he's not sure he wouldn't have flung it off the edge of the damned island if he'd known.