Hanna can't help the laugh when Arthur rolls his eyes at him, shaking his head, "Oh, I know. I'm fucking with you dude. It's your entry fee, gotta pay a little to ride, that's the rules." He teases, though he's not sure he's quite as brave as Arthur to go showing his own scar off.

He sits up a little, casually examining his fingernails as he speaks as if being nonchalant about it will help him feel a little less sick about talking about it. It's...gotten easier, the more people who know, but it certainly is comforting that Sheehan hadn't said anything about what he'd seen. It warms him all the more, especially following the conversation they'd had before. "Mine's fucking gnarly, so I'm not going to give you a peep show, but I guess it's fine. I am curious though, you got any guesses, Mr. Detective? You were so interested in playing the 'what the fuck is wrong with Hanna' game before when I didn't want to play, but now I want to."

It might be a little underhanded, but he really is curious, "Hit me with your best shot, Lester."