[Liem watches Matt as the pads of his fingers trail cool and careful over his skin, and his heart breaks at just how immediate and how familiar his response is. He sees his eyes go wide, feels his body freeze for the length of a caught breath—not just like he wasn't expecting Liem to touch him, but like he's shocked that he would. Perhaps shocked that anybody would.
And when Matt surrenders his right hand to Liem's gentle explorations, he understands with crystal clarity that it isn't just the use of his left that he's missing.]
Do you feel beholden to it?
[He speaks the question with quiet curiosity as he traces the lines of the scar, mapping it by touch as he continues to watch Matt's face.]
no subject
And when Matt surrenders his right hand to Liem's gentle explorations, he understands with crystal clarity that it isn't just the use of his left that he's missing.]
Do you feel beholden to it?
[He speaks the question with quiet curiosity as he traces the lines of the scar, mapping it by touch as he continues to watch Matt's face.]
Howl told me how you came to be marked this way.