[Bedivere would have said something like that: that erasing the damage was impossible, and all you could do was try to fix the situation as much as possible. But then he felt a face pressed against his back and oh, he was smelling his hair. This was intimate. Bedivere exhaled a sudden breath before speaking.]
Ah- M-master?
[He sounded both surprised and a touch flustered there. This was just like out of his romance novels.]
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Ah- M-master?
[He sounded both surprised and a touch flustered there. This was just like out of his romance novels.]