She smiled softly and kissed his head. *I just don't want you to feel like you'll always have to worry or care for me. I wanna make sure we can care for each other.*

Lucas slowly stopped his humming. "I know you do, but I'm here to make sure you're safe from harm." He said and then added, "even if I have to deal with more scars on my back."

She sighed and said, *Ill feel awful with each scar that appears. Hell I feel awful for my own scratches. Sorry again.*

Lucas opened his eyes and looked at her. "Don't be. It's just a part of life. Scars happen, whether you see them or not. I just happen to have most of them on my body, that's all." He said before tilting his head up and giving her cheek a kiss. "You don't have to feel sorry for it. You didn't make me bleed, so it's fine."

She looked down at him and smiled. *Yeah at least I didn't make you bleed. Then I'd really feel bad. But you seem to especially care if I scar. Hmm?*

Lucas smiled back at her. "Yes. I wouldn't like it if you got hurt enough to scar." He said and sat up, hugging her. "I don't like it when you get hurt." He admitted.

She hugged him back. *I can tell. You get so worried.* She chuckled softly. *But I've still got a couple, just hidden.*

Lucas blinked. "Well, sorry for caring about you." He said before growling a little. "Who was the bastard that hurt you?" He asked before shaking his head. "No, I get to protect you now so it doesn't matter."

*Hey, easy easy.* She said, giving him a little squeeze as she hugged him. She pulled back slightly to meet his gaze and said, *It was a long time ago, before we met. Besides it's not too bad.*

Lucas flinched when he was squeezed. "Sorry, sorry!" He shook his head and calmed himself down. "But now I'm making sure you're okay." He said and let her go to kiss her head. "I feel bad.."