His flesh was hot enough to burn to the touch. The normally sweet salty scent he put off was harsh and bitter. His face was twisted with an expression of pain and terror. There were tiny nicks in his flesh, it seemed those tiny faded scars had somehow reopened, and small amount of blood trickle from the wounds. Nothing anymore serious than the types of nicks one would get from shaving.<br/>As Angel held him and brushed through his hair and over his face, he seemed to relax. His temperature shifting to a more pleasant warmth, and his scent settling back to normal. A soft smile tugged his full lips as he curled up, snuggling into Angel.