Fancy Armors
dis.claimed.

She takes his gloved hand, presses it against her heart (he is deprived of the sense of touch and sorely misses it in this instant) and says, "Burn me."

He looks at her. She is young and out of reach with his hand settled on her. A hand he thinks could tug her closer for a touch (his lips are not covered like his hands are. His lips are not weapons like his hands are covered with). A hand that could push her and she might never stop falling.

But his hand drops and he walks away. He has lived long enough to know third degree scarring when he sees it.