It went unsaid, that Jack had never met anyone who'd come back from the dead. But he fell into behaviours and assumptions that felt natural for the circumstance, and mercifully did not reflect deeply enough to realise that most of his assumptions were based upon how Eugene had been, coming out of surgery. So he just felt gratitude to hear evidence of an appetite, and did what he could for presumed sore muscles, and had no illusions that he would be moving away from Zev any time soon. Not that he wanted to.

"Wait . . . Isaac?" he queried after a moment of confused contemplation, trying to imagine the man cheerfully accepting sudden company and having some trouble. Then again, he was an odd one. "The same Isaac. Red-hair-and-pet-demon Isaac."