"Of course I'm right," he answers, briefly imperious, posed. One more joke to see them through this insanity. When he breaks, dropping his chin, he also drops a pad and pen at Mark's elbow. Writing will help Mark as much as cutting hair helps Kira. Then, cooking, eating. Have a glass of water and chill the fuck out.

Then: zombies.

Kira gives it another few beats before he picks up the scissors. All that's really left is the top, to trim down and mess up to his satisfaction. "It can't be any worse than your doctor starting in on how sexuality active you are," he says, working out from the crown of Mark's head. "Which, maybe also worth asking, considering how Ravi said the zombie plague was spread." What a wonderful world, having to worry if his dick is going to rot off in the literal sense.

"Mark," he says after another beat, "please put scream-into-a-pillow on the list."