Wear, tear, and rust.

Angeal shakes his head. "Nah, assume I've been doing nothing at all, since you're putting off a pretty strong impression that I must be.. I don't know, just sitting in my room all day feeling sorry for myself." The longer they speak the more certain he's becoming that she's gotten ... inaccurate information from somewhere, and has run with it. "You put it out there, so follow through. Zack's using this place as a resource, I'm apparently not, what should I be making use of?"