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[shooting_blind]

Saturday was gone for a few days. He said that there were things he needed to do. That it was all just 'keeping up appearances' for their own good and that he'd be back soon enough. Mother and Father needed to be placated properly and remain convinced that Sat was still loyal. Zev didn't like having Saturday gone for so long, but if it meant time

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[thecompanymutt]

Zev groans in response to the question, still coming to. He rubs at his face and looks around. The desk is cold and uncomfortable and the room is chill and damp. They aren't at home, they aren't in the Lounge, they probably aren't even in the nexus. There's an interesting crispness to the air that's familiar. Zev stretches sore limbs and narrows his eyes at Saturday.

"Where are we? What the hell, Sat..."

He's naked, so he's interested, but also wise enough to be worried.

[shooting_blind]

Zev looks pretty annoyed at him right now. Things were better when he was unconscious. Saturday can't help but wonder if maybe he should solve that somehow... no. He might as well let him be awake.

He sigh and lays his chin on the table. His big black eyes blink up at Zev's face even though the man is still laying down. It's difficult to tell is Saturday is aware how innocent looking he is. Because if he was clueless surely these poses wouldn't come about so often and in such convenient times.

"You know where we are. Look at the mirror."
He nods his head to it.
"Things.. didn't go very well with Mother and Father. Do you love me?"

[thecompanymutt]

Annoyed? A little. More just confused and concerned. Zev needs to get his bearings; needs to figure out if this is a game or real danger. That's half the fun of the games, though: not knowing.

"...mmm. Being interrogated, am I? Damn..."
He's hoping for the best, but his body is still tense and there's a slight edge to his voice that only someone very experienced with his casual speech patterns would recognize as concern.
"...How 'not well'?" Now he's really worried, but there's a tinge of hope.
He hesitates, his deep breaths fogging in the still freezing Spring air.
"Yes. I might be...very mad at you... but, yes, I love you."
And he's relieved to say it, even now.

[shooting_blind]

Zev isn't alone in not knowing. Even Saturday isn't sure how this is going to tun out. If he'll cross that line and break the delicate rules they've set for themselves