The fat woman pushed Ryan's mother and disappeared through the door, then walked backwards very quickly and passed in front of Zach again. While clicking the plastic watch stuck on her wrist, she glared at Ryan's mother and indicated that every minute and second, they were losing. banknote.
Then there was a clanging sound, and the fat woman carried the adult Ryan back to the door of the room again, and without any explanation pushed Ryan and pushed him down on the bed!
"Such a big man! Can you please give me some peace of mind! Take good care of yourself at home! Don't let others take your things! Anything, do you understand?!" He glared at Zach, and then concluded, "Your mother I want to go out and make money to support you!!" He left.
Hearing the footsteps hurrying away in the corridor, Zach frowned, looked at the man in front of him who was sitting stiffly on the bed with his back to Zach, and shook his head.
"Do you want to help?" Zach tugged at the corner of his mouth. With a ball of letter paper still stuffed in his hand, he stretched out a finger, crossed the adult-size bed, and tapped Ryan's shoulder.
Ryan's body twitched, and he turned his head quickly. His eyes touched Zach, and he immediately turned away and continued to sit there stiffly.
"Tsk." This was used to express Zach's emotion at this time.
Zach threw the paper ball in his hand next to Ryan, "I want to destroy these things." He also threw a pile of envelopes and stamps next to him, "And these."
Zach stood on the edge of the bed again, put his fingers into the hollow pole of the stand, and continued to dig out, "Find me a bag, I want to put it away together."
"You..." Ryan spoke to Zach. Of course, his back was still turned to Zach and his whole body was stiff. "You shouldn't take my things..."
Zach raised his lips, is this guy performing his housekeeping duties now? It seems so.
"Then find a bucket. Burn it." Zach shook his head and continued to dig out. Only now did Zach realize that he only received three letters, but there were more than three letters written by Brian! This fan is a real fan.
Zach pursed his lips and paused. "I don't think you want Brian to keep writing to me, do you?"
"I don't want..." Ryan spoke again, reluctantly.
"Very good." Zach tilted his lower lip. "Then find a container and burn all of this."
"I don't like fire..."
"Tsk." Our vampire is rarely impatient, and even if he is, he won't show it. But Ryan clearly brought out another side of Zach for us.
"You..." Ryan, who was stiff, looked back at what Zach was doing. He immediately turned around and said, "You shouldn't dig those things out... I stuffed them for a long time."
Zach raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at Ryan who was collecting the paper balls he threw and compressing them again, "Did you hide these invalidated letters?"
"He's very careless." Ryan still had his back to Zach, and his voice was very forced. If he hadn't been given the responsibility of making his mother who earns money to support him worry less, he would definitely not be talking to the vampire here. Even in the same room, "He threw these letters full of bad things in the trash can (Volume 18, Chapter 1). I can't let these things get out and be seen. It will cause danger."
Zach frowned and glanced at Ryan again. There was no doubt that the 'bad thing' he was talking about must be Zach. But it wasn't the meaningless pronoun that caught Zach's attention, it was the behavior. Ryan is protecting Brian.
Zach shook his aching hand, and his fingertips that had doubled in length could no longer reach the deeper paper balls. Zach lifted the stand, looked at the joint in the middle, rotated it apart, and continued to dig out. "Really." Zach's tone was mocking, "You seem to have forgotten to stop the most dangerous person, me, from seeing these things."
Zach was obviously not talking about the present, but the three letters he had received. The meaning is very simple. What Ryan should really prevent is not that these invalid stationery papers are left out randomly, with a very small chance of being seen, but that letters with Grande's address should be prevented from being posted!
Ryan actually tried, remember? He chased the mail truck and threw drugs, but he was unsuccessful. The disadvantages of one body and two personalities are clearly reflected.
So Zach's taunting at this time should be able to anger Ryan. It is a personal attack.
"I haven't forgotten! I..." Ryan turned around sharply. The moment he saw Zach's eyes drifting towards him, the explosive momentum completely collapsed, and he turned around stiffly again, without any further words.
Zach frowned and frowned again. Even though this thought was weird, Ryan at this time was more impressive than Brian who stared at him on the bus and wrote troublesome things in his letter. It feels much more normal!
At least Brian has emotions, logic, and is more like an adult. No, not adults, just adult patients with communication disorders.
"It's meaningless to say this now. Find me a container. I'm going to burn these." Zach tugged at the corner of his mouth. "After today, I will not appear in your and Brian's life..."
"I don't like fire!"
Zach was interrupted. Zach directly turned over half of the stand in his hand and swung it in the air. He looked at Ryan with a gloomy expression, "Do you want to give me a reason?"
"We were safe and didn't have to worry about what was happening outside! Until the sanatorium caught fire! We had to come out and live!"
Zach was stunned for a moment. See, Ryan is logical.
"I hate fire!" Ryan stood up from the bed, faced Zach, and stared into the vampire's eyes, "If it weren't for the fire! None of this would have happened!! We could have lived in peace! We would never have to leave that sanatorium. Yes! It was fire! It forced us out! It was fire that made us see the smoke again... "
Ryan's fierce words got stuck when he touched a certain word. He opened his mouth and stared at Zach with anger on his face.
Zach blinked subconsciously, "Okay, no need to burn it."
Zach pulled the corner of his mouth and looked away, with a strange expression on his face, "I won't take your stuff." Zach put down the stand that still had a few wads of paper stuck in the deepest part, and couldn't pull it out or shake it out. Raising his hand, "And you can do whatever you want with these things, as long as you promise that Brian won't write to me again, okay?"
Ryan's face twitched as he glared at Zach, and he quickly turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed again, with his back to Zach, and there was no sound.
Zach was not wasting time, nor was he kind enough to put back the paper balls he had thrown everywhere. Instead, he quickly emptied the old desk, moved it to the hallway, moved the new desk back, and arranged it according to his own ideas. He clapped his hands to indicate that his 'work' was done, and left Ryan's house without looking back.
Please understand Zach, if he continues to stay in that place filled with two opposite atmospheres - loving Zach and hating Zach, Zach feels like he is going to have a schizophrenia. (..)