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Gerard breaks Frank’s eye contact to promptly greet the red and purple gashes decorating the man’s gently tanned stomach revealed by his lifted shirt that he immediately recognizes and recalls watching bleed. The scabs have long since fallen off, faint graces of sutures pull at healed skin, and a plethora of newly born blood vessels have painted the space a hearty shade of pink. He instinctively reaches his hand towards the tissue but rescinds it before it leaves his space.
Frank notices. “You can touch. You won’t hurt me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I trust you.”
