Scars had become a second skin to Memphis. He'd gotten his share of them being a rambunctious boy, then through working and the occasional bar fight. The most dominant ones though, were on his hands.
He watched her unpack the brown bottle. He'd known well enough that peroxide would clean out anything in the scratches. He also knew well enough to expect stinging. Nodding he accepted that. "I'll do my best to sit still and be good."
She started and he dropped his head down, turning it to the right so she had better light. "Reminds me of being a kid again." He murmured with a smile. "Mom always fixed up the scratches."