Zac POV
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“Pacing won’t speed up the process.” Nate called out from across the room.
His brother was laid on a couch in their office, eyes closed, looking far too relaxed and close to sleep. It was the polar opposite to how Zac was feeling, and it was taking every inch of his self-restraint not to lash out at Nate and demand he be anxious too.
“No.” He responded with forced calmness. “But I can’t just sit still like you."
“Just because I’m not pacing, doesn’t mean I’m not worried.” His brother sighed but he didn’t bother waking up or getting off his ass.
Zac rolled his eyes and kept up his steady march back and forth across their office. After the ritual yesterday, he had been too full of energy to do anything productive so pulled Nate onto the training field for a spar. By t
