"Not entirely." He agreed, because it was very true they hadn't gotten to that point, although he wished to very much.

"Being Like a family does not mean we are one yet. I would hope someday." He crosses over, noting her hand moving to that scar, which he has often been curious about, certainly.

"I do not, after all, know most things about you yet." He looks toward that scar now, a question in his eyes. "Would you tell me more of your life, should I ask it? Things about that scar, if you are willing? I should very much prefer to know you, all of you that I can. Would you share those with me, do you think?"