[ He looks at Charlie intently, hand coming up to her neck, thumb moving softly back and forth over her skin. Tangled up like this, the outside world doesn't seem to matter. He knows it does - it's his biggest issue, after all - but when they're like this, he feels like they can fight the whole world and win.

When she emphasizes the tiredness part, Z chuckles, raising an eyebrow. ]

Are we talking athletic, or just constant?

[ he licks his lips, considering her question for a moment. ]

What does figuring it out entail? Finding someone else to fuck you for a week?

[ It sounds harsh, but he needs to know. ]