[ Even if he said no, Carl would get it. Still, he's been given permission, and he shuffles forward a little closer. Reaching with purpose, he gently traces the scarring. It feels different than his own, but obviously it would.
He can't help but trace around his eye, the skin pulled tautly and stitched over the socket. When he pulls away, he offers a reassuring smile.
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He can't help but trace around his eye, the skin pulled tautly and stitched over the socket. When he pulls away, he offers a reassuring smile.
'You could tell a cool story.' ]