Zach wanted to be healed, and his back was in terrible shape, and those weren't from Fletcher, so he really had little attachment to keeping those longer than he had to. And the marks on his neck, yea, but well, all of them... Zach's arse was in a bit of a state. And not for the first time.
He was very lucky to know Theo. "Time to bare all again then," Zach laughed a little, pulling his shirt off as he faced away from Theo. That was more so that the injuries would become immediately visible while removing his clothes. Zach had only sort of looked at his back in the mirror, at an angle, so he wasn't sure how bad it really was. His thighs though, Zach knew how obvious those scratch marks were.
"So how much of the story do you know now?" Zach asked as he lay down on the bed, craning his head to see Theo.
Theodore leaned over to examine him, professionally calm; neither the nudity nor the injuries bothered him at all. His head was organized, cataloguing injuries and preparing methods for healing them, cleaning them first with his wand before reaching for his kit for salves.
He glanced up, a small smile on his face as his eyes met Zach’s for a moment. “I know most of the ‘what’, and I can guess at the ‘when’,” he said. “But not the ‘who’ or ‘why’.”
Hands gloved, he began to work, applying salve to scratches and irritated skin, using his wand when necessary to ensure it was done properly. It would probably sting, but the dittany in the mixture would ensure the skin would close over and begin to heal.
It felt a little bit like deja vu, really. Zach was lying on his bed after a rather amazing time with a bloke and Theo was healing him. It was a good part of the reason Zach didn’t have to tell him most of the details, not the gory ones anyway.
“He didn’t scratch his name in, true,” Zach grinned, “Did you know Pansy has a really hot brother? He works at the Ministry, a death eater.” Zach had seen the tattoo. And he wasn’t describing it with judgment, but it was just...Zach only knew a few details about him. It wasn’t like there were many death eaters named Fletcher.
“I knew she had a brother,” Theodore said, a bit absentmindedly. He was paying more attention to what he was doing than what he was saying. “And that he was a Death Eater. I don’t recall what he looks like.”
He tended not to remember faces unless people were important to him; that was probably not the best trait in the world. But there was so much in his mind, so much medical information that he used on a daily basis, that unnecessary information tended to slip away from him.
“That’s about all I knew about him before today,” Zach agreed. He hadn’t actively thought about Fletcher Parkinson before, but he knew the names of people’s siblings. And he knew who most of the death eaters were. Knowledge crossover, that was all. But he hadn’t thought about what he knew until after he alighted the lift.
“He’s really fit,” Zach shared, “Whatever he’s doing is really keeping him in shape.” Fletcher had been plenty strong, pinning Zach against the wall easily and holding him up there. “Strong back, really nice chest. Great kisser.” Okay, the last part wasn’t looks.
“Good,” Theodore said, mouth twitching a little, though he didn’t look up again, using his wand to delicately heal the skin of Zach’s arse, so it would be much easier for him to walk when he stood up again. “I mean, I’d hate to think you didn’t enjoy getting these injuries.” He was silent for a moment, then added, “He’s in Magical Law Enforcement, isn’t he?”
“He even asked,” Zach remembered the way his fingernails had dug into Zach’s arse, and they had probably left marks. Theo probably knew that bit. “Rough or nice,” it hadn’t taken any thought at all. Zach hadn’t thought the question was necessary, but it was - if anything - a point in Fletcher’s favor. Ambrosia had been affecting Zach strongly then. But his answer would have been the same. With how it had gone, Zach would have been disappointed if it hadn’t.
“I think so,” Zach answered the question as an afterthought, “I didn’t ask.” It hadn’t been on his mind. And he had figured out Fletcher’s last name. He had more than enough to contact him a couple different ways, and if he wanted to know more...Zach was always good at gathering gossip.