Don't be silly. Scars were manly as hell. At least, if you asked him.

But he felt something odd, then. Something kinda nice, actually. He opened his eyes, wondering what it was... and quickly looked to his left, a heat spreading across his face as he studied the nearby loch and a pair of cormorants standing on the shores with their wings held open to dry in the sun, bellies full of fish.

He nodded when Naoto spoke, reaching up to adjust the sunglasses still rested upon the bridge of his nose. He hadn't had a good enough look at the marks to determine if they needed stitching, and he was more than reckless enough to make himself his first actual test of his ability to stitch wounds.