[It's too strange for Jack to even start riddling out, Zev remembering the town but not remembering him or Eugene or any of this, Zev being back and in his kitchen and not making coffee or smiling at him or even trying to avoid his eyes. He closes the distance the rest of the way silently, expression melting into a worried frown as he reaches up for one of those new scuffs to cup his hand against it.]
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Christ, Zev. What happened to you?