He reached out, catching Wesley's hand with his own. He wanted to see these Fraternity scars. Even now, despite how much they talked about it, it was easy for Conrad to forget that Wesley was a trained assassin. It wasn't that Conrad didn't believe him. He had seen what Wes could do with a gun and Wes had overpowered him multiple times while they had been sparring at the gym.
But something about dear Wesley's personality just did not seem like that of a killer's and sometimes, seeing proof just made it feel more real. Conrad had even noticed the scars before in passing, much like the weapon-given callouses on his fingers. Hearing his friend speak of the Fraternity never got old, because Conrad felt like he understood the organization just a little more with every story.
"Scars are sexy, but you wouldn't need them to catch someone's attention, Wes."
Usually, after making a comment like that, Conrad would backtrack or abruptly change the subject. But the Brit was slowly, gradually becoming more bold and comfortable around Wesley. Now was probably a bad time to test their boundaries, yet Conrad's hand had never let go of Wesley's. Instead, he was guiding it closer, bringing the other man's fingertips to his shoulder.
"Do you feel that? That weird knot on my shoulder? It's not a scar, per se, but it's from my own training days. That guy - the one I told you about? That I went roller skating with? - he stabbed me once. Purely by accident. He didn't mean to. We were practicing and he slipped. The knife he was holding went right into me. It's funny that this is the only past wound that I have that didn't leave a visible mark when it's the injury that I remember most vividly."
Conrad paused, then added, "Well. Other than the one your friend Sloan gave me." He was smiling, though, indicating he was just trying to tease Wes. "Maybe one of these days you'll leave a notch in me as well, Mr. Gibson."