Remus was taken aback by that, finding it much more common for people to make a comment on the vitiligo blooming in rosettes across his chest. It was Remus’ impression that very few had even noticed it, the dip in his iris almost imperceptible against the dark brown of his eyes. Even though Remus often enough found himself this close to others, nobody had ever pointed it out to him.<br/>“Yeah,” he fumbled, perplexed but entertained, a crooked grin pulling at his lips.<br/>Drawing his pointer finger across the off-center scar cutting across his nose, Remus simulated how that same injury had cut his left cheek, skimmed over the bridge of his nose and made a final point of impact in his right eye.<br/>“Fell on my face when I was fifteen.”