He takes a step closer to her, and she’s very aware that he’s wearing nothing but a pair of soft cotton sleep shorts. Even in the dim light, she can see the sectum sempra scars, a long diagonal from his left shoulder past the waistband of his shorts, two parallel horizontal lines through his ribs, and an uneven, jagged one over his sternum. He almost died that night. She’s staring, and not only at his scars.