They really got each other, when it came to this. Zach knew people who had the Mark, but that wasn't the same thing. It had to do with being a part of something else, not just something personal or between a couple of people. And yes, location location location. Something that was right in one place wasn't right in another. Zach actually loved his flat, not just for being his. It had taken time to choose and decorate and everything. It was a part of him. And it reflected that. But he wasn't going to be there forever. A tattoo would.
He resisted the urge to clasp Tracey's hand to comfort her when she told her story. It was horrible, and if her ex-fiance had broken her wrist after they had broken up, was he better or worse when they had been together? With the tattoos, Zach felt inclined to say worse. And that opened a whole other can of worms that Zach wasn't sure how to deal with. How to help. If she wanted his help.
"You are a stronger person than I am," Zach replied after a moment or two. He'd had unpleasant times, but Cedric had always been wonderful. It was only his death that had- Zach drank more of his latte. He didn't want to think about Cedric right then. And he preferred to remember the happy times.