[ He winces slightly at the touch, the mark on his neck still tender where Aemond touches him. It's softer than the way he was handled the other day, and Tim notices, likes to think it's because he took his words to heart then, instead of just pity.
As requested, he keeps quiet and pulls his shirt off. Some more bruises and scrapes on his back and shoulders sustained as he was dragged, a deeper one on his chest that's been bandaged up already, taped into his chest hair. ]
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As requested, he keeps quiet and pulls his shirt off. Some more bruises and scrapes on his back and shoulders sustained as he was dragged, a deeper one on his chest that's been bandaged up already, taped into his chest hair. ]