Zombie Apocalypse (pt9)

“Well then, we know for sure it’s not you.” Irish smirked, though a part of her seemed to relax as Tim finally drank his chocolate. “Even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to early enough. You’re sort of not good at the subject.”

Tim swallowed. “A dead fish, if you will.”

Irish groaned. “Okay, so Heherson is doing a mass raise. What terrible timing. Now what?”

The moment of truth. Tim set his mug back down, keeping the warmth between his hands. “Can you talk to him about it?”

Irish scowled. “What? Why me?”

“Because he’d listen to you. I doubt he’d want to hear it from me.” Tim smirked, with a slight shrug moving his wrinkled shirt too much.

“I haven’t talked to Heherson since we broke up,” she reminded him.

“I don’t think he holds that against you.”

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