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"Do they itch?" Lynette asked her brother for the tenth time that afternoon.
Lyney quickly pulled his hand out of his left sleeve. "No," he lied, for the tenth time that afternoon.
Yes, his scars itched horribly. They were at that stage of healing where they were almost fully healed, but they were inflamed and itchy and so, so annoying.
He silently cursed at his past self for making such horrible, impulsive decisions. But, in past Lyney's defense, he didn't know the smallest error would trigger such a horrible relapse.
Lyney pulled his knees closer, making himself more comfy as he sat on his sister's bed. For a moment, he considered going back to his bedroom so he would stop annoying her with his constant scratching. Surely the sound must have been annoying her.
Lynette handed him a bottle of lotion from her desk. "Here. Put this on, alright? It'll help."
Lyney groaned softly. "I already put your lotion on."
"Maybe you just need more. Take your shirt off."
Lyney rolled his eyes, but ended up taking his shirt off.
Lynette smiled for just a brief second. She squeezed some lotion onto her hand, then began firmly rubbing it into the pale skin of Lyney's forearm. Most of his scars had long faded to white, but the itchy ones were still a fresh pink.
"Careful!" Lyney warned when she accidentally scratched a deeper scar with her nail.
"Sorry, sorry." Lynette took more caution as she rubbed his scars with her thumb. She pressed them down, spreading the lotion out and making sure it absorbed into his sensitive skin.
Lyney leaned back against her soft pillows, half of which she'd sewn and stuffed herself. She was actually in the middle of sewing another one, but she'd been unable to pick it back up all day, as Lyney kept bothering her.
"Done," Lynette said, giving a gentle pat to his arm. Lyney cringed; it sounded, and felt slightly sticky from the lotion.
Lyney quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled it back on, covering himself with the safety of warm sleeves.
"Thanks," he replied, perhaps a bit too quickly.
She tilted her head. "Are you alright?"
Lyney adjusted his shirt. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." He stood up from her bed, and quickly headed towards the door.
Lynette tilted her head. "You're leaving?"
"Yeah. I don't… Don't wanna bother you anymore." He opened the door.
Lynette frowned. "You're not bothering me, you know. But, if you must leave," she held the lotion out to him. "Take this."
Lyney didn't take it. "I have my own." He stepped out.
"But—"
"Finish your pillow, okay?" Lyney sighed. "I can't wait to see it once it's done."
He closed the door before she could respond, and headed straight to his room, just next door to hers. He'd be fine, eventually, of course. That's what he always said.
For now, he just needed to go back to his room. He didn't need to concern her with the continued scratching. Even with the lotion, his scars still itched.