Mojave hesitated at first, then listened to him once more, making his way back to Rancor's side once more. Settling down beside him, Mojave avoided making first contact- after all, he didn't want to seem too eager to listen to Rancor. Nor did he want to freak the other male out again, not when he was making what he considered significant progress. That is, of course, compared to the amount of 'progress' towards a proper bond in the past. Long distance, right? It was a genuine question. Mojave knew Rancor came from far away, but he'd never had a great idea of just how far the swimmer had come. I don't mind. Mojave tried to relax himself, not wanting to feel as tense as he'd been internally. These last few minutes had been a real rollercoaster...

Mojave's brows raised in kind as Rancor asked his question, and he scoffed audibly when he made his insinuation. I thought I made it very clear that we were purely coworkers, He said, frowning now. That guy was... I mean, I knew him for a while, but I'm not sure he used his brain all that often. He shrugged now, continuing on. Last I saw him, he was talking about quitting. Far before I ever seriously considered it, actually, so he probably skittered off to carve a spot for himself like I did. We did still meet out of habit for a while... but he kept disappearing. Would vanish for hours at a time, and come back smelling terrible. Much LIKE the zombie, really. I haven't seen either for a long while, so I've written it off as Amorak getting eaten and the zombies finally perishing. For as crazy as he knew he sounded, Mojave still spoke with full confidence. In fact, it helped take his mind off of... EVERYTHING else that had just happened, finally grounding him some. Even if he was definitely getting all sorts of conflicted feelings in the back of his mind, he could still confidently say that the zombie he spoke about was very real, and very dangerous.

I will say, though, it has been nice not having to watch my back. That thing very much was capable of holding a grudge... I don't want to know what would've happened to me if I had been caught even once. Mojave shuddered, eyes trailing over the landscape as though he were expecting something to pop out from behind a rock. What terrible times, purposed ones with some fond memories, but terrible times nonetheless. He snapped out of it a second later, attempting to ease the mood a bit. Why're you asking, do you miss him?