They'd spoken of it, but he'd done it. There on his skin, the familiar stars that outlined that constellation, not the callsign for his armor but instead that endearment Taylor loved using so much.
There's an awed look on his face as slowly, carefully, he reaches to touch the healing skin at its edges.
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They'd spoken of it, but he'd done it. There on his skin, the familiar stars that outlined that constellation, not the callsign for his armor but instead that endearment Taylor loved using so much.
There's an awed look on his face as slowly, carefully, he reaches to touch the healing skin at its edges.