[ Douglas knew he would never be a pretty man, so he made no show himself as he removed his shirt, folding it almost methodically onto his side, leaving his undershirt on as he took his shoes off.
He stopped still, holding one shoe in his hand as he looked over Leo- He knew scars like that, he'd seen them many times before. What had happened to the poor boy.
He shook his head, taking a few slow, measured steps towards Leo. ]
If these bother you i don't mind you keeping a shirt on? To be honest i don't expect much, just something small, something to start easing into everything.
[ His eyes watched the scars, almost pulsing against his vision like a do not enter sign. He wanted to touch them, hide them. But that was not a thing he was allowed to do, or should do. ]
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Date: 2017-05-22 12:12 pm (UTC)He stopped still, holding one shoe in his hand as he looked over Leo- He knew scars like that, he'd seen them many times before. What had happened to the poor boy.
He shook his head, taking a few slow, measured steps towards Leo. ]
If these bother you i don't mind you keeping a shirt on? To be honest i don't expect much, just something small, something to start easing into everything.
[ His eyes watched the scars, almost pulsing against his vision like a do not enter sign. He wanted to touch them, hide them. But that was not a thing he was allowed to do, or should do. ]