Oh. Oh! That's that scar? I never put that together. [ her eyes drop to that patch now, head tilting a bit with it, and she's reaching to cover up the duct tape with her hand, like she can patch him all up now, after the fact. ] Jesus, Brendan. [ and now she's getting cuddly without even realizing it, her nose bumping his cheekbone because some part of her knows she should probably try and be hushhush about this, and talking quieter means leaning closer, right? or whatever. ugh she's too drunk to think it through. ] Why would anybody wanna cut you up like that?
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