Zacharie slowly lifted his mask off and let it drop to the ground, a slight reassuring smile on his scarred up face. He lifted one of Batter's cheek, the other on his neck. Their foreheads were touching, lips only millimeters apart. "Batter..." Zacharie whispered, rubbing in circles on the other male's neck. "Don't blame yourself, okay?" Batter only nodded slightly. The merchant hesitated before he brought his lips to his. This surprised Batter, his eyes widening just a bit. He soon relaxed, laying his hands on Zach's hips and pushed against him lightly.

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