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Operating on less sleep then he was want, Zeke wasn't exactly paying attention on the walk between showers and dorm room. He'd just finished twelve hour shift, and while it hadn't be busy, per-say, what few patients he'd had to deal with had been royal pains in his a**, and he was more than happy to ollie the ******** out of there when his time was up. As was per usual for him after a long shift, he'd headed straight for the cafeteria, then to the showers, and was looking forward to a few blissful hours of semi-uninterrupted sleep.

That plan was derailed a little bit by a very loud shriek of his name, a laugh, and an excited technophile charging down the hall after him, requesting to see his abs.

Tired, he didn't immediately remember that he was strolling down the hall in nothing but a towel that was, quite frankly, too small for modesty's sake, but let's be real, since when did Zeke give two-shits about modesty, or shame, or anything?

"Hey Leesh," he drawled out easily, smiling at her as he paused and half turned to wait for her to catch up with him. "What's happenin'?"

Zeke chuckled. His pride didn't require sustaining int he form of ego stroking, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate being appreciated. "Thanks, I am to please." Which could have just been banter, if the Mist wasn't in the habit of fitting in morning runs on those days when he wasn't working twelve hour stretches in hell the infirmary.

He made a face as she mentioned code and runics, shaking his head with a soft huff. "All that s**t goes straight over my head, so you being able to make any of it work is pretty damn impressive." Zeke's schooling had gone different avenues. He wasn't bad with computers at all. In fact, he was fairly good at trouble shooting and fixing the usual sort of problems that popped up on the average college student's laptop, but that was it. He didn't know how programs worked, and hadn't spent much time studying the runes that made Deus operate, either. He was more interested in the effects of Fear run off on natural wild life.

"That was the plan, unless something else comes up." He was looking at her pajamas, the state of her hair, the dark circles forming under her eyes. She looked tired. More than tired, she looked exhausted. "When was the last time you got any sleep?" It wasn't concern, exactly, but his voice was mild, curious.

There was a certain deadpan amusement creeping into handsome features as he listened to her talking about what he had to assume was either a show or a book, probably the former. He had vaguely heard of adventure time back in college. Something about a boy and a dog...

"Fifty?" Brows were arching again, chin dipping just a touch as he leaned in in disbelief. "You definitely have me beat. I usually don't go more than twenty four hours, and even that's a bit of a stretch." The man liked his sleep.

"How are you functioning?" He sounded genuinely impressed, or maybe concerned. As if he honestly couldn't fathom even being that sleep deprived and being able to string together coherent trains of thought. He got a bit hazy after a long day in the infirmary.

He blinked at her, and it was long and eloquent. That's not healthy went unsaid, but within the brief stretch of silence that followed, it was heavily implied. She had to know know it wasn't good for her, but either disregarded, or made excuses.

"You're crazy," he mused, meeting her gaze levelly as he watched the nerve in her eye twitch a second time, and the way he said it made it sound almost affectionate.

Now, he could have left it at that. Could have simply bid her a good night and gone on his merry way. Instead he saw in this encounter an opportunity to be amused. At least for the next half hour.

"Thirty minutes, eh?" He appeared to consider it, lips twitching in a thoughtful manner as he turned towards his room again, taking a couple of steps, then pausing to look back at her. "Coming?"

The crazy ones could always be counted on to be consistently inconsistent. A constant source of interest, regardless of intention or cause. They were certainly worth paying attention to.

There was a smugly satisfying moment where he saw her thought fault, her brain reboot, and his lazy smile twitched at the corners as he turned to lead the way towards his room. "If you fall asleep on my floor, you'll wake up somewhere more comfortable." It was an innocent comment, but Zeke did delight in pushing peoples buttons, and he was curious about Leesha, about what made her tick, and of course, what made the cogs all come to a grinding stop. It was habitual.

"Which room you in, by the way?" A glance over his shoulder as they reached his room, pausing for just a second to see if she'd answer, then opening the door to usher her in.

He gave her a gauging look as he let her walk past him into the room, the corner of his lips ticking up minutely on one side as his mind settled on something or another that he found amusing. "Is that so? I suppose I could deposit you in the showers, clean you up." It was softly teasing, but not entirely a joke.

Her offer to seek her out at the end of the week was met with a small twitch of his brows, as if he were seriously considering it, and perhaps he was. It wasn't as if a quirky personality had ever been a turn off for the Mist, or scars(he had enough of those, himself). If she were interested, and interesting, he didn't see any reason not to. Life was short, after all, and their chosen life styles left them with even less time than a normal human lifespan.

While she made her self comfortable on the floor, explaining where her room was as well as Dwight's, Zeke went for his closet to grab out a pair of light weight sleeping pants. The towel was abandoned as if there wasn't someone else chilling out behind him, folded and once and hung to dry on the door to the closet, then he was stepping into the pants and dragging them up his thighs.

"So is your room locked up?" Now he glanced back at her, laughing under his breath as he noticed she'd slumped sideways onto the floor. "Or do you have a key handy?"

He snorted, glancing at her over his shoulder. If it bothered him that she was staring at his a**, or more, it didn't show in anyway. Really Zeke didn't care. He'd let Ever snap a picture of him from chest to thighs on their second meeting, and he'd even helped the Life send it along to Cee, who very well could have forwarded it along to countless other people for all he knew.

(She didn't, but again, she could have.)

"As if I care about controversy?" Before now he'd had no reason to invade the girl's showers. He wasn't one to peep on folks, and frankly, he had no reason to. If it was for the sake of cleanliness, however...

"Or, if you'd rather, I could toss you into the men's showers. Less of an uproar there, I'm sure." This came with a smile as he adjusted the band on his pants, grabbed for a white t-shirt to drag on over his head.

A brow lifted as she listed the various tech she had stored in her room. He didn't know what any of it was, but it all sounded very expensive. He also smiled again, head shaking. "You think I care about a mess?" Hooking his foot around his desk chair, he pulled it out so he could sink down to sit near her, hands folded between his knees, elbows on his thighs. "Didn't think you'd wanna sleep on the floor. I was going to drop you off in your room if you passed out.

There was a pause, a flicker of something thoughtful in pale eyes as the skirted up from her face, then he was reaching out to catch a wayward curl of hair from where it was sticking out at random, smoothing it down into something resembling submission behind her right ear.