Crown's And Gunpowder (MorMor Oneshots)

Scars

Sebastian

Jim had him memorized. Most of the things Jim knew by heart he enjoyed knowing. The sound of his dog tags clinking together, the way he breathed while he slept, to the way his eyes darted around when he was hiding something.

Others he wished he had never discovered.

The way he looked up when he was about to cry and was trying to hide it.
How his hands would shake when he remembered Jims "Death".
The way he skirted around what he did after the fall.
How many scars he refused to explain.

Sebastian slowly woke up, sprawled over the bed. He heard quiet counting and glanced down. Jim was counting something on his leg.

"What are you doing?"

Jim looked up. "Counting the scars."

Sebastian sighed. "Drop it, Jim. I'm fine, there's no need to get worked up now." he said, pushing Jims hands away. Jim did as he asked, but stared at the scars.

"Sebastian ..."

"Yes?"

Jim took Sebastian's hand. "Did you ... hurt yourself while I was 'dead'?"

No reply.

"Sebastian."

"Sort of...."

Jim kissed Sebastian hand. "Don't do it again, ok?" Sebastian nodded.

One thing Jim hadn't memorize, however.

When Sebastian was being truthful.

Or lying.