scar

"What's this from?" she asks, running her fingers over a thick scar on the front of his thigh, above the knee. It's jagged and raised, smooth to the touch.

They lay together on his bed, half-covered by sheets. She rests in the space of his arm, leaning her head on his chest while his hand is in her hair, tangled in the thick mass of curls. "When I was young, I briefly thought a jungle gym would be entertaining."

She smiles, loving the image of him as a child on top of an Earth jungle gym. "Was it fun?"

He shifts slightly, mades circles on her back. "It was not."