He pulls the sweater over his head and folds it on the table.
"My body's different now," he mentions, as he starts undoing the little buttons on the shirt he had underneath. His shoulders are a little less broad than they were, although that could be chalked up easily enough to slimming down in normal ways. As the shirt falls open, though, the real change is obvious: the patchwork mass of scars is gone. He has both nipples now. There are just a few scars left, new ones that actually weren't there before: two tight little starbursts clustered over his heart.
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Date: 2025-01-08 07:56 pm (UTC)"My body's different now," he mentions, as he starts undoing the little buttons on the shirt he had underneath. His shoulders are a little less broad than they were, although that could be chalked up easily enough to slimming down in normal ways. As the shirt falls open, though, the real change is obvious: the patchwork mass of scars is gone. He has both nipples now. There are just a few scars left, new ones that actually weren't there before: two tight little starbursts clustered over his heart.
He shrugs off the shirt and folds that as well.