His gaze wanders idly up her bare legs, pausing at the scar on her thigh. And then shifting up to the accompanying scar on her bicep.
"What's this?"
Sitting down on the edge of the bed by her hip, he reaches over and runs his hand lightly down her arm, stopping at the inside of her elbow, where the pad of his thumb fits almost exactly over the oval-shaped bruise.
"Shit."
He notices the same kind of mark on her other arm.
"Did I do this?" he says, apologetic. "Was it during the last time we-- y'know, when we were out by the barn and the rabbits attacked? 'Cause I remember-- well, I hardly remember exactly what happened, everything was such a blur. I must've grabbed you hard. Was it when we fell? Or before that, when I was on top of you and--? Probably when we fell."
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"Not really."
It's her call.
His gaze wanders idly up her bare legs, pausing at the scar on her thigh. And then shifting up to the accompanying scar on her bicep.
"What's this?"
Sitting down on the edge of the bed by her hip, he reaches over and runs his hand lightly down her arm, stopping at the inside of her elbow, where the pad of his thumb fits almost exactly over the oval-shaped bruise.
"Shit."
He notices the same kind of mark on her other arm.
"Did I do this?" he says, apologetic. "Was it during the last time we-- y'know, when we were out by the barn and the rabbits attacked? 'Cause I remember-- well, I hardly remember exactly what happened, everything was such a blur. I must've grabbed you hard. Was it when we fell? Or before that, when I was on top of you and--? Probably when we fell."