[Yes, this is nice. This is what he wanted. Sara might feel the scars under her fingers - from beer bottles, knives, drunken fists, most of them ancient and warped by age. She might see with her fingertips, rather than her eyes, what it is that she's signed up to be with, and he won't have to see the horror or pity on her face.
He doesn't think she'll balk, decide he's not attractive to her because of it, but he just didn't want to see that moment of realization. And if he's wrong, if she isn't interested in someone so damaged after all, then at least they can just go their separate ways without talking about it.
He closes his eyes as she presses close and kisses him] ...Hey yourself.
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