Lasting Impression

Angel watches Wes rub his arm all through the meeting and when they’re alone, he rolls up Wesley’s sleeve and stares at the bruises.

“You told me that demon never touched you.”

Wesley smiles shyly. “He didn’t.” He reaches out and takes Angel’s hand, pulling it gently to his arm. Angel’s fingers spread automatically and grip – and the marks are hidden. “It’s fine; I left some fairly deep scratches down your back, remember?”

And Angel knows they healed in minutes but he nods. Not a lie; Wesley can hurt him and leave scars after all. Just not on the outside.

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