Remus came into the living room with a beer and a glass of wine for himself. He watched him, making a slight face at the sight of the rubbing alcohol. That stuff stung... and he didn't want to be squirming and making noises like a pansy with the pretty doctor here and Sirius liable to walk in at any moment. "I got this cut, you see..." he said, moving to pull his white t-shirt up and off. The cut had stuck to the shirt, and he made a noise as he got it unstuck and tossed the shirt to the side. The cut was nasty, going from his left shoulder, above his nipple and down the center of him to his navel. It was deepest over his chest, where his heart should be, tapering off down his stomach. His other scars were visible, some a fine silvery color, some pinker, fresher. There were a few smaller ones that were scabbed up from this last change, but they were fine. "If there's an... ointment?" He said sheepishly, blushing very slightly at having just offed his shirt like that.