Holland would argue that but he chooses not to, mostly because he's surprised that Kell actually moved.

"I would have wanted to, and that is a dangerous game to play when everything that follows you turns to ash," The look he offers clearly says that he is speaking about himself. He reaches out slowly and takes the younger mans hand; surveying the marks in his skin. Sure, most of the wounds would heal, but scars would sometimes still remain. Lots and lots of scars. Pink flesh angry and misunderstanding.


"But," he continued on with another sigh; it sounded part tired and part annoyed, "I thought about you every day since."