"Fuck you," he gripes with a roll of his eyes, "You know that's not what I mean."
He eyes Hanna off for a few seconds - admittedly this is partially driven by curiosity, but it's mostly empathy, concern. But now he knows if he says as much then he'll get backpedalled on faster than he can say Hoagy Carmichael.
"Look, I felt the way your chest just- gave in, when I leaned on you, I've seen the top of a scar on your chest when you came out of the shower in a towel. If you don't want to tell me, fine." His hand goes to his collar, tugging it down a little to show off the line across his throat a bit better. "Just know that it's not something I'm going to judge you for. I've got more than my own fair share of scars there as well."
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He eyes Hanna off for a few seconds - admittedly this is partially driven by curiosity, but it's mostly empathy, concern. But now he knows if he says as much then he'll get backpedalled on faster than he can say Hoagy Carmichael.
"Look, I felt the way your chest just- gave in, when I leaned on you, I've seen the top of a scar on your chest when you came out of the shower in a towel. If you don't want to tell me, fine." His hand goes to his collar, tugging it down a little to show off the line across his throat a bit better. "Just know that it's not something I'm going to judge you for. I've got more than my own fair share of scars there as well."