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As always, Pac feels his heart skip a beat when he sees Fit warp into the favela. They meet eyes, and Pac runs up to him, grinning.
“Hey Fit, what’s– woah.”
Pac stops in his tracks when Fit turns, revealing a gnarly gash spanning his forehead. Fit notices his noticing and touches a finger to the wound, looking a little embarrassed.
“Hey Pac. Ah, don’t ask… got sloppy as hell. I don’t wanna talk about it.”
Pac can’t help but bark out a laugh at that, his worry vanishing. “Well at least you’re honest! Now get down here and let me see.”
Fit obliges, smiling fondly. He crouches, allowing Pac to apply some butterfly bandages over the laceration.
“Too bad they missed your other eye,” Pac teases. “You could’ve matched.”
Fit laughs in his throat. “One eye is a little mainstream, don’t you think?”
Pac finishes with the bandages, allowing Fit to stand up again. They end up taking a walk, not going anywhere in particular. Civilization begins to fade as they venture further, fighting off the occasional monster that jumps out from the night.
Getting bored of the silence, Pac asks, “how’d you get the first one, anyways?”
Fit exhales. “Wow… it was a long time ago.” His footsteps come to a stop as he thinks, leaving them standing at the top of a small hill, overlooking the plains. “It was on some inside job, I think. Got caught like a dumbass and the whole faction took turns having a go at me. When I wouldn’t tell them who I was spying for, the boss came up and gave me this.”
He points to the scar over his eye, smiling grimly. “My team managed to save the eye, but I got the scar to remember him.”
“Yeah?” Pac tilts his head curiously. “What happened to him?”
Fit’s smile widens. “Far as I know, he’s still in the portal trap.”
Pac feels his face heat up. He looks away, giddy. Fit looks so hot when he talks about eternal torture.
“What about you, then?” Fit asks. “Got any secret scars you wanna show me?”
He winks, which just makes Pac think of all sorts of things. He forces himself to laugh, if a little awkwardly, instead of combusting into a million pieces.
“Aha, no, nothing secret,” he smiles slightly, scratching the back of his neck. “Can’t hide a missing leg, can I?”
Fit bursts out laughing, really far too much for something that wasn’t even a joke. Nevertheless Pac feels a fierce sense of accomplishment – he did that. He put that beautiful expression on Fit’s face.
“Well!” Fit says through the last of his chuckles. “I’d know, wouldn’t I?” he leans over and flexes his mechanical hand in Pac’s face. Pac shoves it away playfully. And it’s good, so good.
“Whatever happened to it, anyways?” Fit says conversationally. “Your leg, I mean.”
And it’s bad. So, so bad. Pac feels like a bucket of cold water’s just been dumped over his head, soaking him right down to his bones. Fit, bless him, instantly gauges Pac’s reaction and starts talking over his own question.
“You know, mine was a freak tiger attack. Don’t get ‘em often out in the wastes, but some folks like the exoticness. Got dared to stick my arm in and… well, I don’t need to explain the rest, do I? By the way, don’t believe Foolish if he tells you I’m lying, because when he asked me I said I got it frozen in a block of ice and had to saw it off. And I lied! To him, I mean. I’d never lie to you. This is obviously the truth–”
“Cellbit.”
Fit blinks, looking around. “Huh? Where?”
Pac shakes his head. “No, not here, I mean…” he bites his lip, debating his next words. “I mean it was him. My leg.”
He would never have guessed Fit’s hard, angular face could ever look so gentle. “That guy? He hurt you?”
Pac just shrugs. “Yeah. He was way different, back… back then. Like an animal. He ate it.”
The last three words come out in a rush, a tacked on addendum to the sentence. But Fit takes it with nothing but a raise of the eyebrows. And that, really, is why Pac even thought of telling him. Because his definition of life is war and pain, and he gets it. There won’t be any pity, because there doesn’t need to be. He won’t say “I’m so sorry,” or “are you okay?” or anything like that. All it would be is something simple, something that makes him feel like he belongs, something like–
“Wow. That’s rough, man.”
Fit immediately looks mortified at his response, and Pac can’t help but laugh and laugh, Fit buries his face in his hands but he knows it’s red as a tomato.
Pac honestly thinks he’s never been so attracted to someone in his life.