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Blake ignored his last comment, and slowly rolled back, to meet his eyes. "I know this is going to bring you little to no comfort, but I'm really sorry for what happened between you and your lover..."
He gathered all of his strength, to get up, on a sitting stance, and touched James's shirt, lifting it up a bit, to have a closer look at the scar he had on his ripped abs. He was afraid the room would start spinning with him again, or that he might lose it, and make a mess all over his benevolent host's clothes and bed sheets. He closed his eyes, slowly opening them, and taking deep breaths, to calm himself, and gradually familiarize himself with that painful memory, forever engraved on James's body.
"Does it still hurt?" Blake whispered on a low tone, reaching out his other hand, to touch it. He hesitated for a while, but then, he finally found the courage to brush against it, with his fingertips...
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