[McGillis has seen all kinds of injuries, out in the field. Burns, definitely, and also loss of limb, grievous injury that not even the technology of the future could correct. But it's never disgusted him, never repulsed him. So he offers no judgment of old wounds, and kisses over them too, just to prove his point.
He takes note of that rapt expression, and checks in, just in case:]
I will go on, if you'd like.
[Shrugging off that fine silk shirt, clinging to his shoulders, would qualify as something else entirely. He took him this far; he upheld his word.]
no subject
He takes note of that rapt expression, and checks in, just in case:]
I will go on, if you'd like.
[Shrugging off that fine silk shirt, clinging to his shoulders, would qualify as something else entirely. He took him this far; he upheld his word.]