Something tensed in his chest when Lust reached out to him, but he didn't pull away from her. He stared dumbly at their hands, hyper aware of the feel of her skin on his. Still, nothing felt right to say. Scar was stuck for a long moment, torn between returning her comforting gesture and shying away.

But that was how it always was, wasn't it?

His hand moved under hers, only a bit. Only enough to acknowledge her. He wasn't even entirely aware if what he was doing, only that it was making him tenser and more relaxed simultaneously.