[The reassurance helps, as does the way he backs off; this isn't something Ryan has ever actually shown anyone, for the same reasons (or maybe just because of the reasons) that he hasn't told anyone else what killed him. They go hand in hand: he can't really acknowledge the mark without also involving how it got there, not when it's a fairly unique kind of thing, and so he's said nothing about both instead.
Ultimately, though, he decides that he may as well. It'd be good to have someone from whom he has nothing else to hide, and after this conversation, after he's shown he's willing to let it go if Ryan wants-- he's willing enough, now.]
It's- a little weird, fair warning.
[He manages a faint, wry smile with that as he shifts, straightening up a bit so Noh-Varr can actually see before he finally sets the shirt aside-- and it's instantly clear, stark as it is against his pale skin. There appears to be a hole in the middle of his chest, centered just below his collarbone; it could be mistaken for another tattoo, if not for the way that light should reflect off of it and doesn't. Instead it's pure pitch black, the color fading away from its edges like it's a splotch of liquid ink, with nothing at all visible past it save for that darkness.
Ryan's not quite looking at him, just stealing a furtive glance or two at his face.]
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Ultimately, though, he decides that he may as well. It'd be good to have someone from whom he has nothing else to hide, and after this conversation, after he's shown he's willing to let it go if Ryan wants-- he's willing enough, now.]
It's- a little weird, fair warning.
[He manages a faint, wry smile with that as he shifts, straightening up a bit so Noh-Varr can actually see before he finally sets the shirt aside-- and it's instantly clear, stark as it is against his pale skin. There appears to be a hole in the middle of his chest, centered just below his collarbone; it could be mistaken for another tattoo, if not for the way that light should reflect off of it and doesn't. Instead it's pure pitch black, the color fading away from its edges like it's a splotch of liquid ink, with nothing at all visible past it save for that darkness.
Ryan's not quite looking at him, just stealing a furtive glance or two at his face.]