Scar's relaxed expression fell somewhat when Lust indirectly brought up that again. Any reminder of the mess they had created only left a heavy, sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He leaned back when she moved closer, purely out of instinct to not have his scar touched, but he didn't draw away from her completely. It was just more hesitating, on his part, more uncertainty that made his face and chest feel sickly and weighted.

Scar stayed still, though, eyes closed and brow tight with resurfacing, misplaced pain. His hands curled around hers a little more tightly.