Lance looked up at her as she approached he ever so slightly flinched away from her fingertips but allowed her to run her fingers over the scaring "I'm fine just a little sore" he said with a weak smile, following her finger as she read allowed to him he nodded slightly at her in thanks "I'm not so book smart, a lady tried to teach me once but" he looked away, he found it embarrassing he had never been schooled "well lets just say I don't have a talent for it" he said slowly bending down wincing as his clothing rubbed against the wounds he picked it all up say one set and carried it to his wardrobe and hung it all up.<br/><br/>Lance stood next to his bed and attempted to lift off his shirt pain ran down his body mostly from his back where his largest and most detail tattoo had been he looked around slightly pale "I wouldn't normally ask" he paused "could you help me get my shirt off, I can't lift my arms high enough" he looked away "I mean if you don't want to I understand" he looked down at his dirty old ragged clothes "there not so clean, I didn't have a home or belongings, I'd just rather not cut them off" he said with a shallow smile, "my mother gave me this shirt before she passed".