Bitterroot Valley and i saw nothing here but you

For several moments there is only silence. Zephyr allows himself a few moments to forget everything that has been said, everything that still needs to be said, losing himself in Kratos's scent, his warmth. Then, reluctantly, he pulls himself back to reality. He doesn't matter, He murmurs as he pulls away to meet pale gold eyes, voice weary but sincere, raw in a way he seldom allows. None of it matters but you.