[ He can't say he'd forgotten about them, but it's the nearest word for the truth that he's got. He was aware of them but didn't do much with them, not after everything. They could have been taken out, he supposes, but just like the arm, he hasn't really looked into doing anything about it past living with what marks they left.
At least Lance doesn't look horrified. No, instead he looks more like he's been presented with a present so large he's not sure where to start unwrapping first. That's -- better than what he expected, he'll take that. ]
They don't hurt. They're - yes, you can touch. [ It's hell on earth to try and finish a sentence with anything close to coherency. Shiro sucks in a breath when Lance's hands skim over his chest, every little point of contact feeling like it was too much, like he was going to be overwhelmed by it. ] Do something.
[ The standing and staring is good but Shiro can't kiss him while he's doing that and he's about three seconds from picking him up and dumping him in the bed so he can get closer and press himself against every inch of Lance, preferably with no clothes. ]
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At least Lance doesn't look horrified. No, instead he looks more like he's been presented with a present so large he's not sure where to start unwrapping first. That's -- better than what he expected, he'll take that. ]
They don't hurt. They're - yes, you can touch. [ It's hell on earth to try and finish a sentence with anything close to coherency. Shiro sucks in a breath when Lance's hands skim over his chest, every little point of contact feeling like it was too much, like he was going to be overwhelmed by it. ] Do something.
[ The standing and staring is good but Shiro can't kiss him while he's doing that and he's about three seconds from picking him up and dumping him in the bed so he can get closer and press himself against every inch of Lance, preferably with no clothes. ]