“What’s that?” I ask nosily. “A tattoo. I just got it done before I came here.” “Can I see it?” “Yeah…” He shrugs his jacket off and sets it down next to him, then pulls back the tape and bandage. “It’s dark over here,” he says, pulling out his phone to use the screen as a light. “Clockwork?” I ask him. Without thinking, I run my index finger across the ink. He flinches but doesn’t move away.
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