"Oh, come on, kid!" Dolph exclaims, following Zack's speedy walk through the arena. "It was just a joke, I didn't mean anything by it!"

Earlier in the evening, Dolph had belittled Miz for spray tanning, for shaving, for general manscaping type things that he does to keep his movie star good looks. He had enjoyed it, played it off and got a few good laughs for it... just to come backstage to find Zack staring coolly at him before turning and walking off. Only around then had he really realized, his heart sinking.

Most of the things that Zack himself does day by day, sometimes with Dolph's help. He closes his eyes and slaps his palm against his face, absorbing the deserved sting for a moment before walking after Zack. "Kid," he insists, finally grabbing his significant other's arm when the hallways become a little congested and allow him to catch up. "I'm sorry, ok? It's just... it's Miz, it's different with him. He's cocky and annoying with his looks, it's an easy shot to take. I didn't mean anything about your... rituals. Come on..." He tugs on Zack's hand, shaking his head. "You know that, right?"

Zack's jaw works for a moment before he takes a step away from Dolph. "If you didn't want to help me with my spray tanning or whatever else, you just had to say so," he mumbles, troubled gaze dropping away. "Didn't have to go so public with your thoughts on the whole thing like that."

Dolph shakes his head. "C'mon, kid. It's not like that. I like helping you with that stuff. The view's not bad, right?" He winks when Zack looks up and smirks, dropping an arm around his neck and bringing him closer. "You're not really mad about that, are ya?"

"No," Zack mumbles, pressing his forehead to Dolph's. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just touchy lately. Things haven't been going right for a really long time, and I just... don't want to know if you really think like that about me."

"Well, I don't," Dolph says, careful and patient as he waits for Zack to look up. "Come on, kid. You help me with my own stuff, and it's a lot more than just some tanning and nairing."

Zack purses his lips and reaches out for Dolph's hair, examining his roots. "True. I think you could use a touch up, too, bro," he says with a small smile when Dolph huffs at him.

"I'm sure," he sighs, rolling his eyes. "So are we ok?"

"Yeah," Zack breathes out, leaning in to kiss him. "We're ok."

"Good," Dolph sighs, tension draining out of him. "C'mon, let's get out of here. If I hear Miz's voice again tonight, I might lose it." He finds Zack's hand and drags him back to the locker room to collect their things so they can bail.