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Finding a scar that Wade had carried with him since before the cancer and Weapon X is a struggle but Naomi is a determined type of gal and her fingers sweeping over his scarred skin were eager to know every single inch better than he knew it himself. He had even forgotten about the deep looking scar he had on his shoulder; that is until Naomi found it.
He flinched and for once, he fell silent. His mind scrambled to pull the memory of how he got the scar from the depths of his jumbled brain. He had trouble dissembling the real from the imaginary, just like always. He was almost 100% sure the scar wasn't from a pack of biker dolphins who didn't like the cut of his jib. He flinched again when the real memory surfaced.
"You're gonna ask questions, aren't you?" He said after too many moments of silence. He tried to think of a way of making a joke about it. Should he joke about such things, considering it wasn't something one could usually find humour in?
He took hold of her hand, the one that had found the scar in the first place and interlaced his fingers with hers. Holy shit, was he trembling? Shit, he really was. When was the last time he had thought about this part of his life, let alone spoken about it?
"I'm going to tell you a story but you've got to help me stay on track, OK? You know how my brain works. As soon as I start straying off course, you've gotta tell me, alright? Otherwise I'll end up telling you that I got this scar in a bar fight with a bunch of dolphins and that ain't the truth. I want to tell you the truth."