For a second, Bishop almost stops him but then he notices the scars, and the marks and he can’t force the words out.
Bishops gaze darts from one scar to another, and he carefully raises one hand to hover over the symbol. He doesn’t touch it. He doesn’t touch any of it even if a huge part of him wishes he could erase all of it the same way he wished he could erase His Sawyers scars.
“…why…why do you have to suffer no matter where you are…” he mutters, and he doesn’t cry but it’s obvious that he hates to see him like this. Always like this. Always hurt.
“I’d never hurt you. Ever. Never you.” He says, finally looking back towards the others face. He may not be the wolf he’d mated but he’s still clearly him.
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Date: 2022-04-24 04:59 am (UTC)Bishops gaze darts from one scar to another, and he carefully raises one hand to hover over the symbol. He doesn’t touch it. He doesn’t touch any of it even if a huge part of him wishes he could erase all of it the same way he wished he could erase His Sawyers scars.
“…why…why do you have to suffer no matter where you are…” he mutters, and he doesn’t cry but it’s obvious that he hates to see him like this. Always like this. Always hurt.
“I’d never hurt you. Ever. Never you.” He says, finally looking back towards the others face. He may not be the wolf he’d mated but he’s still clearly him.