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[dyaddyissues]

"you've reached kylo ren. leave a message. or don't."

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[backwaterbelle]

[It's a flesh wound, and Rogue doesn't wish to ask Josh for healing after the incident between them, and is almost tempted to deflect with more flirting. Kiss it and make it better, perhaps? Maybe she'll use that later.]

Mhm. [She's certain he's just going to either leave it, shove it haphazardly into a corner, and/or make the staff bring him a replacement. When she sits, she settles the weight of her right side first, then is a bit more ginger with the left, almost imperceptible.

Her own gaze shifts down to the movement of his hand on his robe, and she reaches out to gently touch the back of it, glancing up at him in a quiet, concerned question. She wants to see the damage one gets from dying here.]

You try s'mores yet?

[dyaddyissues]

[ ... she'd be right, the list of concerns he has, a destroyed table doesn't make the cut. Kylo's hand lingers over the wound, ever so briefly before her hand touches his. With a sigh, he pulls back the fabric. She's seen him shirtless before, all the same marks and scars but smack in the middle of his chest is a fairly large angry looking scar.

It's a burn but also a stab wound. Healed, mostly, but definitely not pretty. ]

No, I haven't tried a s'mores.

[backwaterbelle]

[Her hand lingers with his, maintaining that light touch as he shifts the fabric aside. There's no dramatic reaction to the wound, not outwardly visible at least, but there's an anger that stems from her protectiveness over him, from the fact that she does indeed care.]

[It's an ugly scar, but curious due to the nature of the lightsaber. The mutant wonders if it will heal completely, or if there will be residual pain from the magic of resurrecting him. She also thinks about the parallels to his father's death.

He's more Han Solo's son than he'll admit anytime soon.]

Ah might need to change that. [There's a light edge of a smile at the way he says a s'mores, just enough to gently reach her eyes.]

Want to help me rest? Ah'm doin' a pretty bad job of that mahself. [Her hand slips in his, gently tugging him towards her. She hazards a guess that he hasn't slept since returning, for various reasons.] Aside from angry, how're you feelin'?

[dyaddyissues]

[ He looks off to the side as she examines the wound. If Kylo is aware of her feelings on the wound and what was done to him, he doesn't acknowledge it. He is still coming to terms with people being angry on his behalf, instead of against. It will probably leave a scar; another mark left by his other half.

The same thought has crossed Kylo's mind. About the parallel to his father's murder. Another reminder of that which could not be undone, but that he gets to live. As if he doesn't carry Han Solo's death with him every minute of every day. ]

You'll have to fill me in on what a smores is.

[ He lets her lead him to her, shoulders slumped. ]

I let it happen. I knew what I was doing, it's over now... I should be fine.