His hands reach for Jason's chest, but they're drawn towards the foreign, empty fields of healed skin rather than the path of his claws. It's-- so different to what he remembers, and in their absence, his mark stands out all the more.

He misses them, even if at the same time he's drawn to rediscovering Jason's body. His fingers trace over this newly soft skin, fascinated.

He's so entranced that the tug of his pants being pulled off him takes him by surprise. He blinks, self conscious all over again.]

A-ah--!