Zach had also had the passing thought about time turners, especially when he came to the end of research that could not be completed due to lack of findings. How easy it would be to just nip back and peek. "It is. However, I would rather they not fall into the hands of those who seek to cause the world harm." He didn’t wish to imagine what the world would look like if a fierce blood purist got it into their mind to extinguish certain types of people not only from the present, but history.

The hand that found itself nestled into his own caught him off-guard. So much so that he nearly caught the toe of his boot on one of the Parthenon’s steps. While Jo led him to the interior of the structure, Zach glanced down at their conjoined hands with a puzzled, but not displeased expression. He quickly tore his gaze away before she had a chance to notice and allowed himself to be led until they were standing amongst the towering columns whose height he could scarcely estimate.

Upon arrival, he should have let go of Jo’s hand, but there it remained.

"No, they truly do not compare."


Wherein Zach is the Elizabeth Bennet of the situation.