[ Lifting his head up from where he's leaned carefully over the front of the little rowboat, Zack does glance back at him, now. A brief confusion flits across his face, as he considers the seemingly unrelated line of questioning. ]
Of course they are.
[ He tilts his head to the side, as if considering reaching up to scratch at the weird, now ever-present weight of the horns on his forehead. Instead, he puts his hands back in the water, determinedly not looking down into it. ]
But freaking out about it's not going to help anybody. And mine aren't that bad, anyway.
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[ Lifting his head up from where he's leaned carefully over the front of the little rowboat, Zack does glance back at him, now. A brief confusion flits across his face, as he considers the seemingly unrelated line of questioning. ]
Of course they are.
[ He tilts his head to the side, as if considering reaching up to scratch at the weird, now ever-present weight of the horns on his forehead. Instead, he puts his hands back in the water, determinedly not looking down into it. ]
But freaking out about it's not going to help anybody. And mine aren't that bad, anyway.