Thomas bore the silence, avoiding eye contact. He felt exposed. This was a side of him he hadn't intended her to see. Women before had removed his clothes and seen all the scars, but the heat of passion tended to blur realities. Anet wasn't removing clothes, she was removing blood. There was no heat of passion here. He wouldn't think to hope even for compassion -not with how he took care of business.
...
She held his gaze until he could bare it no longer. His head dropped as he simultaneously pulled her in. Wrapping both arms around her waist despite the pain in his left. To be cared about in the face of the gruesome reality... was enough. But, oh! How he wished for more! Wanted more! Not just physically, something more that went beyond that. To be known and understood. To live and love... deeply... intimately. She could see the scars in his heart. He wanted to see the scars in hers and her know she could trust him as he was beginning to trust her...


Through Time She Came, by Lady_Vikuistador_91