They are always cold. [bicker bicker always, even while her hands slide over his back. they're honestly not as cold as they could be right now, but maybe everything still just feels too warm. he doesn't miss a beat though, picking up on the way she lingers over his scars. he lets out a tiny, almost happy sounding hum.]
[he knows exactly what scar she's touching when she pauses, but it takes him a second to reply in the distraction of her now still hand. apparently he's just doomed no matter what her hands are doing.] Yes. Four years ago, during some undercover work on Coruscant.
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[he knows exactly what scar she's touching when she pauses, but it takes him a second to reply in the distraction of her now still hand. apparently he's just doomed no matter what her hands are doing.] Yes. Four years ago, during some undercover work on Coruscant.