"Are you my armchair psychologist now?" He isn't sure how he feels about that, how literal that is, but fine. He'll bite.
His hand comes up to his collarbone where his scar starts, tracing it over his shirt to his heart. "Kind f all over, but it's like...centered right here. Just kind of buzzes outward until I feel it all over."
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Date: 2025-01-17 03:18 am (UTC)His hand comes up to his collarbone where his scar starts, tracing it over his shirt to his heart. "Kind f all over, but it's like...centered right here. Just kind of buzzes outward until I feel it all over."