Techie couldn’t help the visible shiver that went through him at his twin’s featherlight touch. He wanted to reach over and shove the tea into his mouth to avoid this conversation, but… Armitage was worried about him. Howeber hard this subject might be, Techie needed him to know. Wordlessly, he slid his hands to the frayed hem of his favorite yellow t-shirt and lifted it up to expose the deep red welts left by Brendol’s leather belt.
“He was l-less than happy with me yesterday. But today…” He left his stomach exposed and brought his hands up to cover his face. “Today was worse,” he whispered, voice hollow. “He th-thinks I’m disgusting.”
The last part had slipped out on accident, and his eyes widened behind his palms. All Techie could do now was hope Armitage didn’t pursue that specific thread.
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