TO SHOU WITH LOVE

89 - UGLY SCAR

In the confined environment, everything seemed to be a bit more intense.

Breath, body temperature, even the gaze.

In this instrument storage room without clocks or signals, Sailub never thought it would become a place of indulgence one day.

Yet he had to admit that he was indeed happy, happier than any time he licked his wounds alone.

This kind of happiness even overshadowed the previous feelings of gloom and depression when he was alone in this place.

"Hungry or not?" Thanapon sat on a chair, one hand embracing Sailub who was straddling him, the other hand pinching his earlobe. "How about you stay here, and I'll go out to buy some food."

He stood up with Sailub in his arms, let Sailub sit on the workbench, then bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground.

"I'll go with you," Sailub said, "Get some fresh air outside.

Thanapon, having put on his pants, looked at Sailub with a teasing glint In his eyes. "Still have the energy to go out, should I have let you endure a bit longer just now?"

Sailub suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, "I told you not to steal techniques."

"This is called returning kindness with kindness, putting knowledge into practice," Thanapon approached and kissed the corner of his lips. "Thanks to Teacher Sai for teaching so well."

Sailub remained silent for a moment, then said, "... The clothes, bring them to me."

He shifted the topic too abruptly, Thanapon chuckled, not immediately doing what he said, but first putting on his clothes.

Standing calmly in front of Sailub, he lowered his head and lightly licked the lower eyelid of Sailub. "Salty."

"Even the eyelashes are wet," he looked into Sailub's eyes, lowering his voice, "Sai, why were you crying so hard just now?"

Sailub said, "... Stop talking."

But Thanapon refused to listen, continuing to speak.

"Even more intense than last time."

"Is it because it was too stimulating?"

"Was it really that stimulating?"

He repeated the words Sailub had said in the morning verbatim, and now Sailub deeply understood the meaning of self-inflicted pain.

Thanapon held back a laugh as he glanced at Sailub's expression for a moment, then walked over and helped him pick up the clothes.

Sailub reached out to take them, but Thanapon didn't hand them to him. "Let me help you put them on."

"Am I a child?" Sailub said, "Do I need you to dress me?"

"I want to help you." Thanapon reached out and held Sailub's ankle, but didn't rush to help him put on the clothes.

His fingers lingered on the scar on the side of Sailub's calf, like a totem, gently rubbing it twice.

Following his gaze, Sailub looked at the scar.

In fact, he had undergone many laser treatments to try to fade it, but the effect was minimal, and there was even slight hypertrophic scarring.

So he had to give up and accept that scar as part of himself.

Sailub was very particular about appearances, a preference reflected in himself.

He found this scar extremely ugly, so he never exposed his calves in front of others-last time, when he rolled up his pants leg to reveal the scar to Thanapon, it was the only exception in four years.