Zech had been gone for a few hours and the funeral had been well over when he'd gone over things in his room and decided to speak to his mother. He'd made sure she was alone and he didn't have a bottle in hand, though he wanted one. He'd started drinking early enough though that he'd be feeling it for a while.

With his little book in hand, he wandered the place. Poking his head in room to room and leaving quickly when seeing it empty, and quicker when it had the wrong family member. He didn't want to call out for her, because it was considered rude and his father would be wondering why he was looking for her. He almost considered giving up and taking a nap when he finally came upon her.

"Ah.. mother.."he said slowly. He wondered how to word things and how much to reveal. But would she ruin everything for him? He considered it, but wasn't certain. She definitely wasn't his father though. He held up his hands and forced upon his face a smile. "Mother.. dearest.. I've come to see the woman from whom I sprung. " he came up to her for a hug though he was certain it would be rejected. "May I have some of your time?"