Logan nodded shyly and sat behind Toru, gently lifting the shirt and removing the bandages. He tilted his head curiously and gently touched the edge of the scarred wounds. "They're almost completely healed." He whispered in disbelief. He unwrapped the rest of the bandages and put them aside. Nearly all the scratches had healed into faint scars save for the deeper gashes that ran the length of Toru's back. He took a steadying breath, the memories of demons crawling towards him from the doorway and tearing into Toru all too recent. "Do they hurt?" He asked softly, tracing the fainter scars.
"Not much," Toru admitted. He'd been off, seeing as he had already say it would take three days for him to heal fully. Why had it happened so quickly?
The demon turned to Logan after a moment, gently taking his hand.
"Are you sure you're okay too?"
Logan didn't shy away at the touch, instead he scooted a bit closer, trying to get a better look at Toru's wounds. He sighed softly and shook his head, unable to meet the demon's gaze. "Honestly no. I'm not. I don't know if I'll ever be, knowing that demons exist." He flicked his gaze up to Toru's for a moment "I thought that the world already had it's demons in the form of bad people. Now knowing that there are actual demons that could potentially be worse than humans," Logan shook his head in disbelief "it makes it somehow scarier." His shoulders slumped and his grip on Toru's hands tightened slightly.
