How is he going to prove this, he thinks, and he decides that he has to do it with one of the only ways he knows how. It's why he starts to go for his shirt and vest, stripping himself down to the point that he can yank it aside and show Faraday the fully healed scar wound. "This," he says heatedly, "this is from the Gatling gun that took me, it hurt me."
"It's healed. See how healed? It's nothing but scar," he says, and he's running high on emotion, thinking that he could say something here he doesn't want to share, but he's angry and hurt and wants to do anything he can to keep him here, even if he's pissed at him.
"See," is softer, quieter, "Why would I lie to you? I never have, querido."
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"It's healed. See how healed? It's nothing but scar," he says, and he's running high on emotion, thinking that he could say something here he doesn't want to share, but he's angry and hurt and wants to do anything he can to keep him here, even if he's pissed at him.
"See," is softer, quieter, "Why would I lie to you? I never have, querido."