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“Grandpa, where did you get that scar?” Quark asks when they’re getting ready for bed one night, pointing at Junpei’s bare foot as he pulls his socks off; he doesn’t flinch at the question, having anticipated this years ago.
“Oh, that scars really old,” Junpei says, eyes tracking the jagged scar that runs across the backs of his toes; “I had a ton of meltdowns when I was your age, and one day I was kicking the wall and, well, that happened.”
Quark winces and hugs Junpei around the waist; his voice tiny, he says, “I’m sad you had meltdowns, Grandpa, but, but it’s good you don’t get them now – and, and this is another way me and you are similar, you know.”