Lane's fingers flinched, hovering over the layer of bandages.
"What is that?" he asked, his voice a bit breathless after the long kiss, and somewhat strained for unknown reason.
Damien didn't answer. He just sat still, avoiding Lane's gaze. He would have pulled the shirt back on, but that would be pointless at this point.
Not that Lane actually needed an answer. The location and the extent of the injury told him everything he needed to know.
Without the word, he unhooked the pin, and slowly started unwrapping the bandage.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Damien caught his hand, his brows furrowed.
"I want to see how bad it is," Lane explained calmly, his face completely expressionless. "Or are you going to explain?"
"I…" Damien's voice faltered. As his grip loosened, Lane tried to pull his hand away and continue with the bandages, but before he could do so, Damien grasped him once again.
"It's almost healed."