[ louis continues to pain looping swirls against koby's skin - something that looks a little bit like waves and seafoam as well. the brush carefully dips along the scarline on one side, light and tender as he swipes greens and blues on the pale skin, masking the scars.

he doesn't draw attention to it as he paints, just giving a low, absent hum to indicate he's listening. glancing up between strokes, he smiles at the look on koby's face. sweet, bashful, open. ]

It's a good idea. Chance to get a little bit of home while you're here. Something tells me you like this guy quite a bit. Guessing he likes you, too.

[ he grins and continues, starting along the other scar line. ]