Iggy. [Everything about this hurts. Memories that come flooding back unbidden, images of a part of his life he tried so desperately to forget. A phantom ache that seared it's way along the scars that remained embedded deep within his skin as proof of his own weakness.

Bones, cracked and barely healed, mended together with the force of magic. Muscles, stiff and tired, straining in protest as he forced himself up and over, to roll from his stomach and onto his side.]

I'm right here. And I'm going to be fine. I have you. And if there's one thing I've learned it's that I can take on the whole damn world as long as you're with me.

[A hand stretches forward, reaching, searching. Until the pads of fingers slips along the expanse of a palm, tracing over the line that lay etched into the skin, before intertwining them together and tugging. Silent encouragement to come down and join him. To lay with him. To hold him. To feel the way his heart beat within his chest and know that they were both still there.]