(with very careful fingers, he's feeling up every bone the boy has on him, trying fo ensure he isn't hurt, and still he can barely feel it because of the fear of pushing too hard.

he can't even look at scott right now, as he is too busy examining the boy, while having a total of zero idea of what he is doing. this sucks, this sucks--)

Told you I died originally, before the whole time-traveling shit. This is the four years right before that. I don't-- I can't tell if he's okay, what the fuck.