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Old Rodney approached Bluuford, they were both in their late 60's. He palmed the other man's creased face, feeling the warmth. Rodney's hand traveled across the skin and his fingers touched the groove of a scar; Bluuford recoiled with a jolt, flashing back to war where he got slashed there. Rodney retreats his hand but doesn't leave him alone as he puts his hand on Bluuford's shoulder, "I'm here, and you're here. You will never go back there."