[ honestly, cassian probably hasn't even seen the entire thing, given how awkward it is to try and angle himself a good view in the mirror when nobody else is around. he doesn't want questions about it, or staring. ]
[ his nerves flare up when she touches his skin, swallowing against the feel of her fingers moving over his back. fear. horror. it's almost what she forced on him before, only it seems to flay out when her hand does. she doesn't quite settle, but he can tell how much it really does help her to see, physically, that he's all right. even if the proof of it is something awful. ]
[ he's still a little anxious about it all, and he hates that she can tell simply because she's still touching him, even if his posture is outwardly calm. there's surprise too, when she rests her head against him. ]
[ quietly, a mumble: ] I told you it was not nice to look at.
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[ his nerves flare up when she touches his skin, swallowing against the feel of her fingers moving over his back. fear. horror. it's almost what she forced on him before, only it seems to flay out when her hand does. she doesn't quite settle, but he can tell how much it really does help her to see, physically, that he's all right. even if the proof of it is something awful. ]
[ he's still a little anxious about it all, and he hates that she can tell simply because she's still touching him, even if his posture is outwardly calm. there's surprise too, when she rests her head against him. ]
[ quietly, a mumble: ] I told you it was not nice to look at.