[The loss makes something go tight in his chest, not entirely from the pain coming back. He's starting to wonder if he's ever going to get used to this. It's like being high again but better. Less chance of it all going wrong, less of a mess afterwards.
Emery's instruction just makes him smile a little more.] Running tests, doc? [It's soft, fondly teasing, and he reaches up without hesitation. Fingers tracing gently down the side of Emery's face before his hand settles there, thumb stroking over his cheekbone before finding the bruise, pressing carefully into it.]
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Emery's instruction just makes him smile a little more.] Running tests, doc? [It's soft, fondly teasing, and he reaches up without hesitation. Fingers tracing gently down the side of Emery's face before his hand settles there, thumb stroking over his cheekbone before finding the bruise, pressing carefully into it.]