Yeah. Not a lot of sensation. Scar tissue's a bitch like that.
( maybe it's easier to talk about with her than he'd anticipated. but how many times in ten years has he been deliberate about letting other people see them? be this close? not many. the women he's slept with mostly thought they were sexy, or used them as proof positive he must be in dire need of fixing or saving or both, somehow. the real answer is so far away as to almost be on another planet. scars just mean something you've survived.
there are other things that've hurt him worse than bullets in his life.
he's silent a moment. then, )
It was a Kalashnikov. Russia really fucked up with that one, left probably half their second world war armory in Afghanistan after they pulled out in '89. The guns migrated with the militants.
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( maybe it's easier to talk about with her than he'd anticipated. but how many times in ten years has he been deliberate about letting other people see them? be this close? not many. the women he's slept with mostly thought they were sexy, or used them as proof positive he must be in dire need of fixing or saving or both, somehow. the real answer is so far away as to almost be on another planet. scars just mean something you've survived.
there are other things that've hurt him worse than bullets in his life.
he's silent a moment. then, )
It was a Kalashnikov. Russia really fucked up with that one, left probably half their second world war armory in Afghanistan after they pulled out in '89. The guns migrated with the militants.