<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Toying with a loose string on his jeans, he heard the creak of the entrance and the rustle of fabric as Edward rushed down the hall. "<i>Hey</i>!" Tiger paced his direction to where Edward had bolted, patiently creeping to the exit as to grant the man alone time. Panic attack? Withdrawal? Unable to define what happened and why, he simply nudged the door with his elbow and flicked his gaze about for his friend. Cloudy irises landing on the male, he inched forth to the huddled bundle of legs and arms. <br/>
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"Edward...you good?" Leaning against the railing as he positioned himself behind his companion, he settled his case against the wall and sipped on his coffee. Eyes traveled along the curvature of Edward's spine to the tiny rise of material unleashing a sliver of a skin. His jaw clenched a little as he narrowed his vision in an attempt to define the shadows on his flesh. With a sigh, he reconfigured his tactic and decided to sit next to Edward, his free hand scraping aside the backpack and his rear depositing on the concrete. <br/>
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Ever so delicately and cautiously, he grazed his thumb along the barren marred skin, the jagged bumps cruising over his smooth skin. "Hm, what happened here?" As if the enigma of Edward could not blossom further, he had discovered more faded scars on the man's flesh. And invasive, inappropriate notions seeped into his mind, imagining what his partner might look like if the layers vanished. If he'd locate more bruises and lacerations or if he'd find something <i>more </i>worthwhile, something to add loving bruises and scratches to. Because what his fingertip rubbed over sure as hell did not equate to hickies. </span></span>