Zane was sitting alone against the wall of a building with his head drooped down. While it was not an uncommon thing for him not to converse with the others, choosing to remain silent, he lacked his usual presence.
Jayce's mind rewound to 2 nights before as he cradled the dead body of the woman he loved in his arms, Zane's lost and angry expression still vivid in his mind.
He hadn't spoken to Zane since that night, therefore he had been unable to check on him. Now that there was some time, Jayce stealthily broke away from the group to go sit next to the silent man.
"Hey, how are you holding up?" Jayce asked, sliding down the wall and parking his rear.
Zane did not respond right away, his hands still cradling his head as he stared at the ground. Jayce didn't rush him, choosing to much on his steamed bun in the meantime.
It wasn't until Jayce was fully done with his meal that Zane finally spoke some words to him.