Hell's fire and Mother Night. It looked like Ben had gotten perilously close to being bisected. She couldn't help it--she traced feather-light fingers along the scar, reading it like braille. It also told a story, after all.
"Do these ever hurt?" she asked in a small voice, dropping the banter for a moment. She cleared her throat and continued in a normal tone, "Like in the cold, or the rain or anything?"
Maybe she could mix something up for him? To help?
Re: The Beach
"Do these ever hurt?" she asked in a small voice, dropping the banter for a moment. She cleared her throat and continued in a normal tone, "Like in the cold, or the rain or anything?"
Maybe she could mix something up for him? To help?