"Good," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss against one of the scars. Her stomach had been turning at the mere thought that he might still be doing something so dangerous. That he might get taken away from her for something so small. But his reassurances, and the feeling of him playing with her hair, calm her down and her mind wanders once more. "Are the ones on your back from that too?"
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Date: 2014-09-06 02:57 am (UTC)