The bandage coming off was nothing compared to the whole variety of pain he'd been feeling from the wound. He didn't even wince. Shiloh's breath over the wound was enough to make him twitch slightly just from the strangeness of the sensation, but the soft touch of his fingers on the over-sensitive skin around the wound was calming.
He stilled, blue eyes focused tightly on Shiloh. The thought suddenly popped into his head that he could think of no one else who'd had the opportunity to touch him this often aside from Boyd, and if Shiloh saw fleeting pain on his face when he looked up it was that thought that caused it, and not anything physical.