also, sam & shiro friendship feat. CANT STOP WONT STOP NOT SURE HOW TO STOP / I don't know how to make things right. So I'll keep pretending nothing's wrong. (pick one! or both! or neither! your choice!)
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I don’t know how to make things right. So I’ll keep pretending nothing’s wrong. (you know that I’m not good)
It was a rare occasion that Sam saw Shiro’s bare chest and back.
Part of that was opportunity. It was deeply unusual to find Shiro in any kind of undress these days. He kept himself habitually covered from neck to toes, only his hand and face showing skin. Even that wasn’t a perfect cover. Not only was there the long, painful looking scar that crossed Shiro’s face, something he could never properly hide, but there was also the smaller marks. Little nicks and pockmarks on his hand, one thin sliver of a cut that edges out past Shiro’s sleeves. Ones that aren’t obvious, can’t be seen unless you’re looking.
Sam wasn’t always looking, but sometimes he couldn’t help it.
By now, he was mostly used to the face scar, despite the way that it aged Shiro by a solid half a decade. And Sam knew the scar alone did that - once, in a moment of pained curiosity and insomnia, he’d coaxed one of the castle’s computers into producing something like photoshop, and saw for himself. Under the scar, he looked how he used to. Even the white hair and pale skin don’t do so much to age him.
That, Sam could adjust to. None of them have any choice, least of all Shiro. It becomes the new normal quickly.
But the boy’s chest and back were different. Sam never got the chance to, and each time it was a smack to the face.