Gaz takes in his skinny chest, his scars. She knows what he's expecting - terror and revulsion - but all he gets from her is a smile. Instead of turning away, she moves closer, tugging at his belt and laughing.
"Yeah, I think they're just making things needlessly complicated. More fabric, more expensive." Gaz tugs his trouser zip down before straddling his lap and letting her arms rest over his shoulders. "You're really handsome, you know."