"I don't think it's cheesy," Wayne told Justin softly, tracing his fingertips on Justin's arm, where he'd said he wanted the birds. "Not just because I'm biased or anything," he continued, referencing his own tattoo. "The inner forearm is one of the most sensitive parts of the body. It can feel things more deeply than, say, triceps or shoulderblades." Not that he was going to admit it, but the forearm tattoo, the initial one and then its first botched coverup, hurt way more than the dragon.
Which was stupidly appropriate.
"Well, don't force yourself. Just trust yourself enough to know that you want it." That was the only bit of tattoo advice Wayne felt himself qualified to give, really.