' "What happened to you Owen?" I asked quietly, reaching out with the hand hat wast bandaged up to let my fingertips gently graze the stubble on his cheek. He looked, tired, worn down like the only thing holding him up was literally the bones in his body.
"I could ask you the same thing," he smiled sadly and looked away.'
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"voice." he mumbled.
"hair." I shot back, as if challenging him.
"collarbones." he shrugged. I cocked a brow at that one.
"chest."
"eyes."
"you said that already." I said through a grin.
"I guess I did." he grinned back.