[ He nods, and leans forward to kiss it anyway. Even if there's nothing to chase away, there's a sort of ritual to it now. Touch first, then words, then a kiss or another touch to mark the end of the recollection. So he doesn't have to remember for longer than he needs to. ]
'f you run out of scars, just do what I'm doing and fucking guess. I'll tell you what I can.
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'f you run out of scars, just do what I'm doing and fucking guess. I'll tell you what I can.