[he's in the middle of running a finger over Tonic's single gilded fingernail (which is very far from either coveting or experimenting, at least. that's just appreciation of some fine craftsmanship right there) when Tonic restores life to his hand and flexes his fingers. and Tek is more than content to watch it animate, tracking the graceful motion of tendons... until he notices those wrist scars again.
he'd almost forgotten about those. with a little murmur of pleasant surprise, he goes to roll the other man's sleeve down a little bit, so he can see. not even thinking to ask permission... which is--again--questionably not related to the effects of the drug.]
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he'd almost forgotten about those. with a little murmur of pleasant surprise, he goes to roll the other man's sleeve down a little bit, so he can see. not even thinking to ask permission... which is--again--questionably not related to the effects of the drug.]