[He feels like he should correct her. Was. It was her whole life, and now it's not, but he knows that so much of her is made up of all that... he can't ask her to ignore it. And he can't, either, even if it hurts, because this is who he loves: Steph, scars and all.
He mumbles a quiet "I know" against her skin, then moves again, this time to lightly kiss her lips.]
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He mumbles a quiet "I know" against her skin, then moves again, this time to lightly kiss her lips.]