There was a time, perhaps in the first year after his arrival, that Thomas didn't want to acknowledge the scars or to let people see them. The one on his face is difficult to hide, but thankfully small. The ones on his chest-- well. He'd never had someone so interested in taking his shirt off, and so it'd been easy to avoid exposing himself to scrutiny.
But with Greta, it's alright. She knows his darker secrets, most of them, and she's still here. If anyone can survive his scars, it's her.
He can't help but smile when she teases him and he strokes his fingers across her cheek as they kiss again. There's no need to rush, not after the flurry of activity that the last hour has been. God, but he loves her.
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Date: 2019-01-10 06:16 pm (UTC)But with Greta, it's alright. She knows his darker secrets, most of them, and she's still here. If anyone can survive his scars, it's her.
He can't help but smile when she teases him and he strokes his fingers across her cheek as they kiss again. There's no need to rush, not after the flurry of activity that the last hour has been. God, but he loves her.