They're on both sides now; a matching set. Old on one, new on the other. He's so used to them, used to the nerve damage, the pain, that when she touches him he blinks down in mild surprise, like oh yeah, that's there, isn't it.

He cups the back of her head, gently running his fingers through her soft hair before she pulls back.

"Bed," he agrees, and they should both dramatically take the rest of their clothes off, because Mako bought rope, and he's here to be tied up for your pleasure.

And his.