[It isn't until John places his hand in the middle of the mark that Ianto notices the fingertips. Where what must have been talons had pierced the skin of his chest, sharp enough to have left such scars behind after the fact.
Reaching up, Ianto traces an uncertain finger against the talon marks, before glancing back at John's face in turn.]
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Reaching up, Ianto traces an uncertain finger against the talon marks, before glancing back at John's face in turn.]
Like a leech?