Tilt of my head, baring my shoulder, the side of my throat, to Slade's mouth and hands. "No. You should have been exactly as careful as you were."

It is entirely possible that I shall never cease resenting that I can no longer leave the marks I am accustomed to. His own shoulders, reflected in the mirror, are already healed. It would take better eyes than mine to catch anything that might remain. Unfair.