[ The scars aren't sensitive anymore, but that doesn't mean the tension in him doesn't still build to feel Maine's touch tracing over them, following one of those forked-lightning lines over his shoulder. He's always been careful, always so soft, a tenderness that everyone who didn't really know Maine past the brute in the battlefield would be so surprised to know even exists, and it's. Familiar. Too familiar. God, he can't give him anything, he can't.
He isn't lying, though. They don't hurt. Not physically, anyway, not to the touch, the pain he bears from those scars reaches far, far deeper than his skin.
Wash isn't quite expecting to be turned around, but he goes easily enough -- until Maine touches a different scar. The one on his shoulder, and he reacts almost violently, not from pain but just memory, his own helmet reflected in the gold of Maine's faceplate, he just can't believe, he just can't believe. He steps back, tries to twist out of Maine's grip, tries to bat his arm away. ]
Don't -- [ Fuck. Why that scar, why the hell that one, why the hell Maine, and Maine is faster and stronger and grabs onto his arm, keeps him in place, but Wash is still wide-eyed as he looks back at him. Pointedly tries to tug himself away again. ] Innies. Just a gunshot at a bad angle. Nothing special.
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He isn't lying, though. They don't hurt. Not physically, anyway, not to the touch, the pain he bears from those scars reaches far, far deeper than his skin.
Wash isn't quite expecting to be turned around, but he goes easily enough -- until Maine touches a different scar. The one on his shoulder, and he reacts almost violently, not from pain but just memory, his own helmet reflected in the gold of Maine's faceplate, he just can't believe, he just can't believe. He steps back, tries to twist out of Maine's grip, tries to bat his arm away. ]
Don't -- [ Fuck. Why that scar, why the hell that one, why the hell Maine, and Maine is faster and stronger and grabs onto his arm, keeps him in place, but Wash is still wide-eyed as he looks back at him. Pointedly tries to tug himself away again. ] Innies. Just a gunshot at a bad angle. Nothing special.