[He doesn't notice she's staring because his eyes are on his shoes. He's busy trying to force certain thoughts--no, not just thoughts, memories--out of his head.
He glances up when she asks about the tattoo they share.]
Hm? Oh-- [He glances down to his own tattoo for a moment before focusing on her again.] It was... [Complicated. Like everything ways is.] kind of a rite of passage thing. And... [Subconsciously, he licks his lips, reaching up to slide his hand down his arm, thumb tracing over the tattoo.] a symbol, a reminder that-- even if things change...some things stay the same. [He turns his attention to her again.] It's... kind of changed meaning through the years.