Aki as gently as he could, helped Shawn out of his shirt and undershirt. His eyes took in the steadily growing bruises in black and blue, and the healing bruises of yellow and purple. Aki took a quick trip to the bathroom and warmed his hands under some hot water so he wouldn't freeze Shawn before going back and taking a seat on the bed beside him. Aki opened his kit and began the steady, gentle undertaking of cleaning some of the broken, bleeding skin and then applying his homemade bruise paste. He was doing his best not to focus on the struggling breaths from his chibi-ko, but it was hard. Especially when Shawn started to talk and panic.<br/><br/>Aki took a glance at Shawn's pant-line and saw the scar before moving his gaze back up to Shawn's face. He sighed and turned himself so his back faced Shawn before taking off his own shirt and undershirt in one motion. His back was littered with scars ranging from thin straight lines to thick spiked holes. He cleared his throat, "Before I moved here, I had stitches put in. My doctor told me afterwards that only 20% of my back doesn't have scar tissue, and the rest of my body isn't far behind. All because I got into fights of my own volition."<br/><br/>He looked over his shoulder at Shawn, "You already have a friend in me, and I doubt Alice is that shallow."<br/><br/>He dropped his shirts, not really caring to put them back on. Aki just returned to his earlier task of applying bruise paste, waiting to see what Shawn would say or do next.