[ Fine lines from the incident on the Silent Horizon, pockmarks from bullets and shrapnel and the newest shining scars from Felix's knife stand out due to the sweat slick flush of his skin. Nothing to hide. Nothing he wants to hide, not anymore.
He shudders and leans forward enough to catch Locus' eye, coming back to the present enough to take in his expression- the wide eyes, the inability to hide a goddamn thing. ]
How damn blind was I? [ How did he miss this warmth in Locus' eyes. How could he have been oblivious to everything that he offered without expectation? ]
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He shudders and leans forward enough to catch Locus' eye, coming back to the present enough to take in his expression- the wide eyes, the inability to hide a goddamn thing. ]
How damn blind was I? [ How did he miss this warmth in Locus' eyes. How could he have been oblivious to everything that he offered without expectation? ]