Red hair and eyes, and two big gouges in his cheek. He ran his fingertips over the scars, and swallowed hard against the immediate and unexpected reaction. The flesh itself was numb, the edges slick and slightly cool, and the arousal that the touch stirred was painful and shameful like a fist squeezing his heart.

Cho's voices jolted his back to reality, and he stepped quickly back away from the mirror and his wide-eyed reflection. "I didn't..." Wait, what did Cho say? Oh. His neck. Cautiously, he pulled his hair aside, trying to see himself in the mirror, but the angle was simply impossible.

"How the hell are you supposed to be able to see the back of your own neck?" he grumbled, grateful for the opportunity to be frustrated at something else. "It's like they don't even want us to know when we get this stuff on us!"