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Zech nodded when John mentioned he might need the numbers later. The queries, however, left the youth counselor in deep thought. What would be the best answer to them? This was such a difficult scenario to decipher, and Zechariah felt unprepared to tackle the problem effectively. He was not willing to accept defeat, though. Defeat meant failure, failure meaning uselessness. He hated being useless.

Laughing nervously, he made his response. "Yknow... the funny thing about running away from our problems is, they have a way of catching up to us. Not to sound preachy or anything, I'm just saying that from experience. I mean, if you were to just leave... let's just say, she would not like that very much." Zechariah took a deep breath through his teeth as he realized how that may sound to John. "Okay, I just made it worse, did I?" He let that breath out prior to continuing. "To be honest, there is not much else I can say to that scenario." Oh, no. Did you just accept defeat? He placed a hand on his forehead while blurting out, "Man, I feel useless..."