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Virgil looked down at his arm, which was still healing to form new scars.
He'd been clean for a month now and, though the urge persisted, he was glad to be clean. This was the first time in a while that his arm didn't itch.
"I'm proud of you" Patton said softly from beside him, gingerly massaging the pad of his thumb across his boyfriend's scars.
Virgil smiled at this. Patton's praises were always appreciated, of course, but this was far more intimate and personal.
Here Virgil was, his pain clear as day in a very physical manner. And here was Patton, loving him anyways.
All of him.