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"Deflecting now, are we?" If there was one person on the island that wasn't gong to let Zac get away with bullshitting and avoidance, it was Zeke. "I thought we moved beyond that." Drawing his hands apart again, the Mist sat up and reached for the reflex hammer.

"So either you're falling on awkward small talk to fill the quiet." He tapped just under one knee, Zac's leg kicked. "Or you've got something on your mind, and your beating around the bush." The second leg responded the same as the first

Putting the hammer back, Zeke rolled closer to the Sun, and very deliberately brought his arms up to cross across Zac's legs. "How's about we save some time, and you just say what you want to say?" He knew it wasn't that easy for most people, but he also wasn't in the habit of being judgementle. Zeke appreciated honesty, and he appreciated open communication. Zac knew that, even if they hadn't shared company in a while.

Hiding behind a mask was a foreign concept for the Mist. Her understood the desire, at least in the abstract. A lot of people had trouble speaking freely to one another, specifically when it came to sex or matters of feelings. Zeke, apathetic as he was, never had much issue with it, but he understood, also, that he was unique in that regard.

He waited, arms a warm weight across Zac's thighs, for the Sun to gather up whatever courage or resolve he needed to ask for what he wanted. When he did--roundabout thought it may be--the Mist smiled up at him, satisfied. "Was that so hard?"

It probably was.

Straightening, Zeke shifted his arms so his hands smoothed down along the side of Zac's thighs before the taller man was getting to his feet and lifting the clipboard from the table as she slid it back against the corner. "I'm stuck here for another two hours." It was said absently, mind on the clipboard and the note he was writing on it, though his attention focused on Zac once again as he looked up again. "But I'm free after dinner, if you think you can wait that long." Auburn brows lifted, lips tugging up at the corners.

"I could fill you in on what you've missed, also." The clipboard was set aside, stethoscope removed as well.

It wasn't as if Zeke hadn't seen the sort of reaction that came with just a brush of his hands along tanned thighs, but he made no mention of it as Zac moved to cover himself, an instead kept pale eyes up, meeting the other man's gaze. "Yeah, you're free to go. Aside from the chill you're in perfect health." No Fear infections or other questionable marks to be found.

Lips quirked up at the corners, Zeke put away the equipment he'd used, threw away what needed pitching, and circled back around to the Sun before he'd hand a chance to get very far in getting dressed.

A stroke of fingers along the side of Zac's jaw to coax his head up, and Zeke would leave him with the taste of a kiss on his lips before smiling and heading for the exit, pausing just as he reached it. "I'll shoot you a text later." Then he was gone.