[another sob wracks out of him when he sees clean, bare skin. his arm hasn't looked like that in over a decade. in another life. so many years were spent carrying those marks--occasionally hiding them when the need arose, but otherwise flaunting them. flying the colors that told of where he belonged.]
Please...
[all he can do is beg, and lean away to try and keep his other arm--his last mark--away from Robin.]
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Please...
[all he can do is beg, and lean away to try and keep his other arm--his last mark--away from Robin.]