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Sure, he had missed Mathew' funeral and he really didn't particularly care either as they had never been close. These two used to butt heads constantly, perhaps more intensely than it had been with Nas, while with Nas it had always been playful on Zeke's part. They just happened to be so similar... Aside all of that, Zeke had been planning to go to the cemetery and meet the dude eye on eye... or whatever there was left of him behind. The monster was dead and this was the only respect he would offer - one should respect the dead, right? Sure... he wasn't thrilled by this idea, and although he was often stubborn, Zeke wasn't a real bastard, at least not deep within. Deep within which was covered by all the bling and flashiness that he engulfed himself into for the past years.

Rin had been probably one of the few at the becoming party, who had frequented the circles he had back at school, so she was going to be the most familiar aside Jax. That woman was probably the same as ever - proud and snarky, but it didn't matter. He had returned for his own goals and if playing private investigator was one of them, then he was going to go for it. Nothing was going to stop him from going after the truth that was most likely hidden behind Uncle Andy's sudden death. Nothing.

Waiting for his bestie, Zeke' fingers were playing on the wheel of the car along with the beat echoing out from his vehicle and gaining quite curious stares. He didn't care. He wasn't doing this to gain attention, but he did enjoy pissing people off with his presence. Having picked it up after all that had gone down, he did everything to get out of this noose around his throat. Leaning back, he practically grinned to himself, as he saw Jackson coming down and sat into the car beside him. "Nope," he simply stated and offered a playful wink at his friend, taking off from the spot with a loud and low roar of the car, heading towards Davenport Residence. "But you never know, I can still surprise you," he added, then partially ignored what Jax had just told him.

He didn't want to admit to it, but he had to say it: "Look, dude," the bad boy started, "I wanna say that I am super thankful for you coming in. Even if it just for my sake and... maybe, if you can bring your invisible pet over or... just....," he paused, feeling like his usual self was out of it and rambling, "...stay, okay. I need you." Biting down on his lower lip, Zeke felt like he was heating up. Why was he so nervous to ask of this favor from his best friend? They were family... hopefully. Finding a spare pair of keys to his house, Zeke tossed them over to that handsome fellow beside him and simply said, nearing to their location: "Here. Stop wasting your money and come stay with me. I have one more extra room now." Another request, hoping that he wasn't going over the board. The kind of effect Jax had on him was strange, specially seeing each other in person after such a long time. The usual, overflowing confidence that Zeke generally had was now replaced with soft, purring lion cub.

He noticed the crowd that had already arrived at the location, and he didn't care to turn the music down, but actually turned it up a notch - popular, underground hip-hop blasting out, nor did he care if the recognized him at this day of age. He had matured, yet he had become something else - perhaps better version of himself, perhaps the illusion of what he wished to be. He apologized to Jax: "You are free to punish me later. Sorry." Zeke's demeanor changed quite a bit, but he knew that Jackson would understand in the end. Circling around, he was able to find empty spot near to the household with ease, and went for it, stopping. He knew he had attention seeking entrance and he felt satisfied enough.