He jerks as if he's been burned when her fingers graze that mark, though it hasn't hurt him. And moments later, he knows there won't be anything in the world he can do to keep her from noticing it.
"I don't want anything from you except what you've always been. I want to be your friend and sometimes your lover. I don't want to have ruined that. I don't want you to...think worse of me because of this." He puts his own hand lightly to the scar on his neck.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this sooner." One more apology? Oops.
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Date: 2020-12-05 09:36 pm (UTC)"I don't want anything from you except what you've always been. I want to be your friend and sometimes your lover. I don't want to have ruined that. I don't want you to...think worse of me because of this." He puts his own hand lightly to the scar on his neck.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this sooner." One more apology? Oops.