[He sighs defeated at the question. The tension he'd felt in his shoulders? It was melting away at the sound of her stunned concern--because dammit, Milly, you're always so nice (too nice, if he once recalls thinking) and he answers the question softly as he looks down at her downcast face.]
... Nah, they're just scars. They're all healed up, through and through.
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... Nah, they're just scars. They're all healed up, through and through.