Zack was a horrible liar, his body language was easy to read, but he at least managed to come back around when Roman dropped his inspection. He swallows, finding himself again in the conversation, pulling back his own information and latching on to what Roman had said. He didn't need to share, but he was a social at heart and it was good to talk...made him think of his empty apartment and wonder if perhaps he should put an add out again for another person. Anyone. Even when Cloud had been comatose, he had still talked to him, every single day, without worry that the other man was too sick to say anything else.

This was much healthier though and he snorted at the idea of tiny houses, shrugging. "It's hard to imagine me fitting in one of those now, though most people out there aren't small either. But our huts, they didn't even really have doors. Crude as can be. Can't imagine the privacy problem...I left early enough that it wasn't a problem." He laughs, thinking about it, "Maybe that's why I'm an only child."