some of that happened not necessarily to the letter
*isn't comforted at all by the notion that that wasn't exactly how things happened—if it was anything even remotely similar, he's still dumbstruck (and how have you managed to stay sane, not to mention funny and warm and everything he loves?)*
wondered if you would mind my scars, at first
*has the sudden wild urge to mention the weird brown scar smack in the middle of his forehead, but bites his tongue on the words—they're not comparable, and anyway, he doesn't technically have that scar anymore*
*reaches out and gently closes his fingers over your forearm, since your wrist and hand are hidden from view* *quietly, with a determined look* They make you interesting. They make you real. *wills you to meet his eyes, see how much he means it* I've told you, Emerett was so obsessed with himself and how he looked, and not one thing was real about him. Nothing mattered in the long run. But you live life like you mean it. *squeezes your arm* I've loved that about you since we saw Gondolin through the mountains.