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Tony ran his hand over the slightly dimpled flesh. "Shrapnel?" he guessed, smiling when Jethro nodded.
A finger tickled his knee and he looked down. "Knee surgery," he said with a shrug.
"That from your time at OSU?"
Tony nodded, hands continuing their journey. This time they found a round area of smooth pink skin. He ran a hand behind Jethro's shoulder and found a similar patch. "Through-and-through?" he guessed.
Jethro nodded. "Same for you?" he asked as he traced a similar patch of skin on Tony's side -- and another just on his back.
"Yeah," Tony said, his voice thoughtful. "Drug dealer didn't want to spend the night in jail -- Philly."
Things got quiet for a few minutes as hands roamed over flushed skin. Tony's hand finally rested over Jethro's heart, tracing a small pattern on the smooth skin there. When he looked up, Jethro was watching him with a questioning look.
"Broken hearts don't leave a scar on the outside," Tony said softly.
Jethro raised his hand and put it over Tony's heart. "No, they don't -- but it can hurt worse than any bullet hole."
Tony nodded and laid down beside Jethro, accepting the arm that wrapped around him. They both had scars, but for the first time in months, Tony could feel the ache in his chest lessen.