Water, food, rest. He knew all of that already, but the quantities were still off. He was still wrong, he'd probably always be wrong, and it frustrated him in a way that ate at him quietly.

Zero set the glass down on the bench to push some more hair out of his face. Annoying, the way it stuck to his sweat-covered skin.

"You're here because you were worried about me?" That seemed to be her underlying motivation. But the question of why still hung in the air in the silence that followed.