Deep into the steel of my arm.

Matthew realized that he spent a great deal of time staring out into space. Emrys never seemed to mind the times he spent in silent reverie. If anything, the man was curious about them. Often, he would ask what Matthew had on his mind.

This particular time, if Emrys had asked, Matthew would have said that he was looking at the scars that crisscrossed over his master’s arms. His brows furrowed and he reached out. Tentatively, hardly even aware he was doing it, he ran a finger along one, until it intersected with another.

Emrys shifted, startling Matthew out of his thoughts. As their eyes met, Matthew said, “How did… this happen?”

“It’s a long story,” Emrys said. He frowned and then shrugged. “I guess we’ve got time, though.”

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