[In Person] *there's very few people he's ever shown all the scars to. The boys at the orphanage stopped asking after they saw his arm. The few who've caught glimpses when he was changing were all freaked out by it. Even still, the thought of not showing Scourge doesn't really occur to him*
*he just sits there, once he's out from under the blankets, unable to help but curl his arms up and around himself a little bit, leaving scarred legs and back visible to see, knowing full well how weird his back looks from the myriad of surgeries he's been through, and might well go through again*
*the brush of the hand against his back has him stiffening, just a little bit, having very much not expected it. Moreso than that, though, is when Scourge leans in and--!! Tattered ears stand up, sharply, jumping up so fast they could almost leap off his head and he gasps, sharply, arching a little bit at the press of lips against skin that's sensitive even to having clothes up against it*
A-A-Ah..!?!
*startled and soft, just this squeaked little sound, before he blushes, hard. Harder than he had been before, just kind of sitting there, staring, not even knowing what to do or how to react and... OHGOD. He lifts his hands up and buries his face in them, just trying to hide a little bit, unable to help himself, ears folded back and just searing with the blush that's spreading down his neck, too. He's got to be dreaming or something, right?!?!*