observing
It took a little time to make his way down to the observation deck, but he was grateful for it being empty when he arrived. It let him sit down in a chair, angling it so he could look out to the stars, and think with the PADD Joanna gave him tucked into his lap. Beyond the quiet hum of the ship that he was starting to be used to hearing, there was a silence as profound as space itself.
He wondered what was happening back on Earth, in 2010. Was Harold alright? Would Neal have taken Harold over to his apartment and kept him? Had anyone even noticed he was gone yet? The Paparazzi would have missed his coming and goings in the morning, his walks with Noah, and maybe his agent by now. It was just not like him to miss work, and already he knew he had missed several appointments. His understudy would have taken over by now in the play, with dozens of people confused as to why he wasn't showing up diligently as he had been for rehearsal.
Zach propped his cheek up on a fist as he leaned on the arm of his chair. There was a guilt inside of him for having missed out on everything he already had despite the fact he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do. He was, as far as he knew, trapped in this time and space.
Already, by pure accident, he had managed to drive off his best friend. Chris still wasn't speaking to him, and their few comings and goings were just awkward glances and into their rooms. Though, in the last day or so, Chris seemed to have a new smile on his face, a look in his eyes. Whatever it was about, Zach didn't know, but he questioned it.
Then, by accident and his own temper, he managed to somehow get on Spock's bad side and embarrassed himself in front of Nyota. That was almost as bad as having made Chris mad at him. There was a part of him that was Spock, the voice in his mind that he came into when he acted on set, just like there had been a Sylar, and every other role he had taken on in the past.
It changed what he knew about the role, or at least, what he thought he knew.
He looked down at the PADD, and with an idea in mind, began typing in a way that felt much like typing on his iPhone.
He wondered what was happening back on Earth, in 2010. Was Harold alright? Would Neal have taken Harold over to his apartment and kept him? Had anyone even noticed he was gone yet? The Paparazzi would have missed his coming and goings in the morning, his walks with Noah, and maybe his agent by now. It was just not like him to miss work, and already he knew he had missed several appointments. His understudy would have taken over by now in the play, with dozens of people confused as to why he wasn't showing up diligently as he had been for rehearsal.
Zach propped his cheek up on a fist as he leaned on the arm of his chair. There was a guilt inside of him for having missed out on everything he already had despite the fact he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do. He was, as far as he knew, trapped in this time and space.
Already, by pure accident, he had managed to drive off his best friend. Chris still wasn't speaking to him, and their few comings and goings were just awkward glances and into their rooms. Though, in the last day or so, Chris seemed to have a new smile on his face, a look in his eyes. Whatever it was about, Zach didn't know, but he questioned it.
Then, by accident and his own temper, he managed to somehow get on Spock's bad side and embarrassed himself in front of Nyota. That was almost as bad as having made Chris mad at him. There was a part of him that was Spock, the voice in his mind that he came into when he acted on set, just like there had been a Sylar, and every other role he had taken on in the past.
It changed what he knew about the role, or at least, what he thought he knew.
He looked down at the PADD, and with an idea in mind, began typing in a way that felt much like typing on his iPhone.