"I remember these," he smiled, sliding his palm over Theo’s chest until he reached the other scar. Theo’s eyes blurred with even more tears, as he felt Draco’s fingers caress his chest. "Remind me again, what did you get them for?" it wasn’t as if he  had to ask— Draco remembered the scars and the night that led to Theo receiving them just as well as Theo did, he was sure. Theo remembered all of his scars, all of his bruises—but these two were perhaps the ones that brought the worst memories he actually had. Until today, that is. 