"Because," he said flatly. "In case you haven't noticed, I've been stabbed a lot lately. I'm a bit of a mess."
He sighed, turning away from her and slipping off his shirt, exposing deep bruises all across his torso and angry cuts.
He glanced at her over his shoulder and gave her a soft smile. "I know," he replied. "I love you too."
"Sure it does," he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he searched for trousers. "I mean, you'd rather me without scars, wouldn't you?"
He laughed slightly, throwing a shirt at her. "Hm. You're lying, but I appreciate the effort. Cover your eyes."
"I'm not lying," she persisted, covering her eyes with her hands. "Most scars are cool, some are ugly. Yours are cool."
He finished changing and came over to her, kissing her jaw. "I appreciate it," he told her, tucking her hair behind her ear.
She moved her hands away, grinning at him before standing up. "I should probably go to my room and change."
