She settled beside him, chuckling. "Actually, how about over my tramp stamp? That way, itll be like I never got it." She nodded, leaning closer to him in turn. "I think that is a much better idea."

He grinned. "Do you think they still do laser removal?" He teased. He kissed her cheek and put his arm over her shoulder, he sighed. "Why did you get the tattoo on your wrist?" He asked quietly.

"Mmm, maybe." She smiled, leaning into him and laying her head on his chest. She glanced down at her tattoo quietly, staying silent for a moment while she contemplated what to tell him. "My brother. He liked deer. Bucks, specifically. Couldn't get enough of them. He used to beg dad to go out to the woods and watch them. So, instead of hunting, my dad would bring us up into a tree stand and lay out bait, and then take pictures of them. Sam could sit there for hours, just watching. My brother, uhm... He died. When he was twelve. He was a fighter but cancer fought harder, I guess." She shrugged, staring down at the tattoo. "I got it when he seemed like he was... gonna get over it. And he loved it. But then he took a turn and... he was dead by the end of the same month. December 23rd. I was 17." She finished quietly, tracing her fingers over it. "Uhm, sorry to dampen the mood. Anyway, what about your tattoo?" She said, shaking her head and looking up at him.

He looked down at her tattoo while she spoke. He put his hand on her head, kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry, and uh. I know a thing or two about losing a brother." He said quietly, laying his head on hers. "I lied, yknow when we first met? And I told you the last person I saw was an acquaintance?" He fidgeted with a leaf in his right hand. "That was my brother. He got the koi tattoo when he was twenty, and I got it when I was twenty in his footsteps. Heee got bit, and, I couldn't shoot him. And he turned." His voice trailed off a little, it sounded so sincere the way he said brother. "He threw me through that broken window that I pointed out to you when we got clothes for you in that town. And I had to- I had to." He looked off, silence overtaking him. "James died on November fifth, he was twenty-three." He left his left hand on her shoulder, gently rubbing his thumb over it. "Anyway," his voice cracked a little, "should we move on? I haven't heard anything from in there.

She stared up at him and leaned closer as he spoke. "Oh my god, that's... way worse. Im so sorry." She sighed, reaching a hand up to stroke his hair. "We can move, if you want." She nodded, leaning closer to give him a gentle kiss.

He shook his head. "Mine was recent and happened fast, you had to watch." He squeezed her shoulder, smiling softly at how affectionate she was. That or how happy he was to have her even in the moment. "We can stay nearby but we should find somewhere to set up camp."

"We should." She nodded firmly, but continued to cuddle up to him, curling her knees up and laying her hand on his chest. She sighed, closing her eyes.

He looked down at her, smiling softly. "..It can wait." He said quietly, laying his head on hers.

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