In Which Zachary Learns He Has a Friend<br/><hr/><br/>The depths of his thoughts clouded his perception enough that he didn't notice Libby approach.  He didn't hear her due to the loud din of the campers' conversations and he did not see her because her as his eyes were downcast upon his picked-over plate of fruit.  It wasn't until she touched his shoulder that he took notice of her presence.  He jumped a bit, his dark eyes blinking up at the hovering Libby.  There was familiarity in his gaze as he locked eyes with her and she whispered her offer of friendship and support to him.<br/><br/>He had certainly not been expecting that from the dark-tressed daughter of Athena but it left a faint smile on his features as she started to pull away.<br/><br/>Zachary rose and reached for her arm, pulling her around gently so that he faced her once more.  His cheeks had grown ruddy but the brooding nature that clung to him like a funeral shroud remained, an almost tangible thing.<br/><br/>"Libby.  I... thanks.  Just thanks for that, okay?  I need it right now.  There's..."<br/><br/>He stopped, shaking his head heavily as he remembered his promise to Chiron.  The son of Poseidon let go of her arm and stood there looking at him numbly.<br/><br/>"Just thanks."<br/><br/>He turned on his heels and headed out of the pavilion towards the direction of his cabin, his heart now warring on two fronts.<br/><br/>"