Zack crept up behind the couch, glancing from the action sequence playing out on the television to the reclining figure of Logan Cale.
“You call this research? I guess my initial assessment was correct; you’re a lazy rich guy who takes on a cause as and when it appeals to him. What happened? D’ya get bored?”
Logan shot upright and turned to face the intruder. Zack’s face was blank, eyes just as sharp as and colder than usual.
“Now hold on just a minute!” Logan protested, insulted by the accusation and feeling justified in his actions. “I’m not made like you. I can’t survive on little to no sleep day after day. I can’t exert the same energies as you and not feel drained when I’m done. And I like to believe that I’m an intelligent guy but I can see that compared to you I’m mediocre at best. So understand that if I need a break, it’s because my body and my mind are tired. Don’t you *ever* suggest that I don’t care about Max or that I’m not really invested in this.”
Zack pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at the human but didn’t argue. Instead, he crossed the room to the makeshift surveillance set-up and got to work.
“And knock next time,” Logan muttered.
Zack stared pointedly over Logan’s shoulder until the man caught on and turned around.
“What’s I miss?” asked Krit, who had just walked in, flashing both men a smile and making a bee-line for the fridge.
Logan just shook his head. “Never mind.”
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