There's a soft shiver at the feel of those fingers over his chest. He
undoes his shirt the rest of the way, pulling it off and throwing it aside.
It left his arc reactor out in the open, scars around it. Scars that he,
himself, tries to ignore most nights. Then again he tries to ignore that
he's his own nightlight as well.
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There's a soft shiver at the feel of those fingers over his chest. He undoes his shirt the rest of the way, pulling it off and throwing it aside. It left his arc reactor out in the open, scars around it. Scars that he, himself, tries to ignore most nights. Then again he tries to ignore that he's his own nightlight as well.