[His smile fades at those words, his expression turning more thoughtful. He considers the words quietly for a moment and then reaches out to take his hands in his, squeezing gently.]
It didn't. It's not that. [...] I guess it's more that... I know you worry about me. And all these scars, all this time from my... year away-- it must just be a reminder of that, right?
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... Or maybe it's just that way for me. I don't know. [He's projecting.]