Oh, shit. I'm sorry. [ So many kids with terrible backstories in this place. Z can't help but take it in and thank whatever Lady Luck that has been looking after him for leaving his family alone. The way she says it, too, so detached, makes him want to reach out, put a hand on her shoulder, something, anything. Reassure.
He's not great at the reassuring thing. ]
I guess he is sort of that kind of guy.
[ His ear. Ah! Jokes. Z puts his sunglasses back on, turning to face the ocean before sitting down in the sand, digging his toes in. ]
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He's not great at the reassuring thing. ]
I guess he is sort of that kind of guy.
[ His ear. Ah! Jokes. Z puts his sunglasses back on, turning to face the ocean before sitting down in the sand, digging his toes in. ]
But you don't think we can do the job?