Ever since Zack made that over-the-top public move to stake his claim at the training base, his quest to win me back has been equal parts over-the-top dramatic and awkwardly clumsy, so endearingly silly you can't help but laugh at it.
He submitted an official request to headquarters, turned down every frontline off-site rescue assignment, and transferred to a rear position as head training instructor. Like clockwork, no matter what, he showed up right on time at the door of my new apartment every single day.
He didn't bring flashy, useless bouquets of roses. Instead, he brought nutrient-dense, military-spec fruit boxes, every piece hand-peeled and cut into flawlessly even little squares by his own hand. He never spouted sappy, flowery lines, but he quietly completed every last course for
