Perhaps some day he can do it. Or perhaps, preferably, Zack can do it - maybe not physically with an actual baseball bat but, you know... break away.

Leaning over, he gives Phoenix a light kiss. "You're very predictable at times." This is said very lovingly. "No. I think that's it."

Glancing down at the reader he thumbs it on to see what fic is on there. "Oh. A Rivendell fic. There's some lovely waterfalls there."