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"You know, it wasn't as obvious downstairs, but you are severely lacking in personal effects." He was sitting on Ever's bed in just his jeans, back against the wall and ankles crossed. There was a book open on his lap, but apparently he'd stopped reading it, attention drawn tot he barrenness of Ever's new room.

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That would earn Ever a raise of auburn brows, features showing a very brief flicker of surprise before the expression was schooled. An unexpected offer, for sure. Better to simply roll with it, rather than question it. "Sure."

Portals bring down, any available furniture they had easy access to was probably shoddy at best, but Zeke was a resourceful man. He could probably scrounge a few things up to serve, until the portals were up again for personal leave.

"I'll see what I can find." A desk, at the least.

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"I'd love new sheets." It was musing, as he plucked at the practically army-issue things sprawled across his bed. Distracted, maybe. Ever's eyes strayed around the room, trying to figure out what else he might need, and finally settled on the ceiling. He didn't say anything else, but just a hint of color came to his face as he considered.

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Pushing his glasses up to rest on his head, Zeke set his research notes down on his lap, looking down at Ever as he spoke. There was a part of him who hadn't expected much of an answer, but he'd still had to ask.

He'd thought the month they'd all lost being in that coma after his own promo was bad enough, but at least they'd been accounted for, under observation. There had been an explanation of sorts. This was different. This wasn't just sleeping away an amount of time. This was loosing time that you'd actually been conscious for. It seemed worst, somehow.

"Maybe it'll come back to you." He didn't remember the dreams now, but maybe he would later, now that he was falling back into a routine on the island. "Dreams'll start sticking."

But was it better knowing, or not knowing?

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It had been a casual comment. Something said without expecting much of anything in return besides perhaps something sarcastic or biting. Instead he got something more serious, and it had auburn brows creasing over his nose.

Zeke thoroughly enjoyed giving Ever a hard time. Turn-about was fair play, after all, and usually the Lifer seemed to delight in pushing as many buttons as he could get away with. Since he'd gotten back, however, whatever had stolen his memory also seemed to be making him a tad more honest that he usually allowed himself to be. It was strange. Not entirely unwelcome, but strange.

"Don't worry about it, then." He didn't really bother with the main feed much himself. For the most part he used it for DMs, and he only ever bothered talking to a tiny handful of people. "Not a big deal."

He'd been kicking his boots off, and now came to stand near the other man, laying a hand on the back of his neck. Fingers kneading in what was probably a fairly transparent attempt to distract him away from twitter altogether.

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Zeke just smiled at him, not at all surprised when the other man failed to answer. He hadn't really expected him to.

"Bigger than a queen? Greedy." He chuckled, lifting a hand to stifle a yawn, then continued. "But if you did get a new one, the frame comes in pieces, with the mattress compressed into a tight roll." Depending on where and how you got your hands on it.

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"This is killing me, seriously." He said it slowly, distantly -- grabbing the cigarettes off the desk and popping them open to see just how many were in the pack. Full. It made him close his eyes for just a moment, sitting back and tapping the box against the desk.

"How much longer, do you think, before they let us go shopping off island? I have money money than I know what to do with, except that I need some supplies..."