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Syx and Wayne had been cuddling after sex. Syx with his arms curled around the larger man, cuddling his head to his narrow chest. The big spoon despite their difference in size. He hadn’t thought much of it other than to hum in pleasure as Wayne took his hand and kissed his palm when those lips pressed against the ugly scar on his wrist, though Syx froze. He still struggled to get used to that. The flicker of remembrance that shot through him. His arm went limp in Wayne’s hand, but he didn’t pull away. Pressing a kiss into his hero’s hair instead. 

He remembered that old desire of children to have their parent kiss their wounds. Recalled asking Warden for that very thing. Idly he wondered if there would be enough kisses in the world to erase those scars. The wound they forever held in his mind.