[Miller didn't look as he'd promised. Why? Because he'd felt miserable in the weakness in his own scars the first time. He didn't give a damn about his ass or dick. After all, he'd shown off "the real Kazuhira Miller" at relatively little provocation. But he did guess there was something more uncomfortable there, without looking.]
[Miller went through and found the towels quickly this time. He hadn't cared so much the first go round, but he did end up looking as he chucked one at Bucky first.]
[Those gashes down his arms, questionable, but he's not going to ask about it. Not right then. Or so soon after, in general. But they were worth bringing up, whatever caused them.]
[The other he tosses so it hits Snake in the side of his neck and lands draped over his shoulder.] There. [And he's binding his own around his waist. For all he hated it, maybe it was good for Miller, having to get used to showing off those weaknesses.]
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[Miller went through and found the towels quickly this time. He hadn't cared so much the first go round, but he did end up looking as he chucked one at Bucky first.]
[Those gashes down his arms, questionable, but he's not going to ask about it. Not right then. Or so soon after, in general. But they were worth bringing up, whatever caused them.]
[The other he tosses so it hits Snake in the side of his neck and lands draped over his shoulder.] There. [And he's binding his own around his waist. For all he hated it, maybe it was good for Miller, having to get used to showing off those weaknesses.]