This is Zechs p.o.v.
Optimistic Odds
"How was work?"
He looks up surprised, for I stopped asking this question only two weeks after I arrived at his home. The answer was always the same.
"That is confident." He tells me yet again. "You know I can not speak of it."
"I signed a confidentiality contract as well when I went to work there."
"You remember?" He asks me and I can't help but believe I hear a trace of hope in it.
"Such is easy enough to guess." I shrug and his face falls a bit as he continues on to the kitchen. The macaroni I made today is cold now, but he is later than I had expected him.
"If you don't remember signing the contract, then is does not count." I hear him mutter.
I wait until he returns with his plate and settles at the dining table before I ask again. "You can at the least tell me if you had a good day or not." I try again, optimistic that sooner or later I will get at least something out of him. "Surely you can speak without giving classified information."
"Such as?" He raises an eyebrow as he sticks a fork full of food in his mouth.
"Such as your colleagues were acting like ten-year-olds, such as the new guy found out he's not as all-knowing as he thought he was, such as you had three sandwiches for lunch, but the cheese tasted like it should have been thrown out days ago." I simply sum up. "Or such as the new devices your department ordered are getting delayed because of some mysterious malfunctioning."
He continued eating, but he is aware of my gaze. I can see it at how stiff he's moving his fork to his mouth. "All small talk." He mutters.
"And yet more interesting than all my day."
He sighs. "Fine." He says then. "Maxwell acts like a ten-year-old eighty percent of the time, but the other twenty percent he's damn good at what he does. The new guy finally begins to realise Maxwell does not and will not ever like him, no matter how hard he tries. I had bread and soup for lunch, which tasted perfectly fine and we have our own team of scientists working on new gadgets and handy devices."
Well, that answers all my questions rather quickly.
"I need to leave on a mission next week." He tells me suddenly and between bites. "It will take a few days."
"Oh." I answer quietly and then "Do you want me to leave your house?"
He looks up at me surprised. "No." He says after considering it for a few moments. "You can stay here, if you wish."
"Thank you." He continues to eat his meal in silence and I know better than to ask for more details about his mission. Though I hear him mutter under his breath. "At least the odds are more optimistic now than they were last time."
-princess
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