Erik could feel the excitement build as Robert began removing his shirt. This was it. He was about to see the Brit shirtless and it sent a thrill through the young Swede. But then his bright, cheery face was morphing into one of confusion and worry when he spotted the scars and marks on Robert's body. Were they scars and stitches? Gods---had he been injured terribly? What could do that? One looked like a gunshot wound on his abdomen. Was this when Stardust had been attacked? Had he defended the singer and been shot himself? The Swede's eyes were wide and he swallowed thickly, unable to speak for a moment or two.
"You are beautiful."
He didn't want to mention about the scars because Robert had reason for them being there and they would only serve to dredge up unwanted memories. So, Erik decided to get on with pampering the driver. Surely, there was some oil he could use somewhere.
"Let me find some oil a moment. Don't go anywhere."
Shooting a cheeky glance Erik was moving into the bathroom coming back with some scented oil he had found. Jasmine. It seemed appropriate enough as he began oiling up his hands, still wondering about those horrific scars on his arms and body. The poor man.
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on 2021-08-21 06:33 pm (UTC)"You are beautiful."
He didn't want to mention about the scars because Robert had reason for them being there and they would only serve to dredge up unwanted memories. So, Erik decided to get on with pampering the driver. Surely, there was some oil he could use somewhere.
"Let me find some oil a moment. Don't go anywhere."
Shooting a cheeky glance Erik was moving into the bathroom coming back with some scented oil he had found. Jasmine. It seemed appropriate enough as he began oiling up his hands, still wondering about those horrific scars on his arms and body. The poor man.