[Ryan reluctantly lets go long enough to pull off his vest and shirt-- the attention is good, but better-fitting tops restrict it more than he'd like. He wants the feel of those hands against his skin, the warmth of him pressed there.
Without clothing in the way, it's immediately obvious that aging a little hasn't been the only change; his wrist tattoos now curl up to cover more space in an unfamiliar script, lines of it wrapping around each forearm, and on the opposite arm from the Tower there's now a matching Death card. There are more on his back as well, even if Henry can't see them just yet- a line of what look to be runic symbols in blood red ink trail down his back, directly over the spine, and the white raven is now standing on a black book. It has a counterpart as well, a black raven perched on a white skull now occupying his other shoulderblade.
Most noticeably, though, there's another mark on his chest that doesn't seem to be ink. It's centered on roughly the same level as his heart, an irregular black spot perhaps a couple inches across. If there weren't solid skin there, it might look like a hole, and each vein that touches that spot is visibly colored black up to a couple inches away from its edge.
He isn't thinking about the fact that he looks different, now, and there's no pause after discarding his shirt to let Henry see. That's the furthest thing from his mind, when he could be clinging to him once more instead.]
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Without clothing in the way, it's immediately obvious that aging a little hasn't been the only change; his wrist tattoos now curl up to cover more space in an unfamiliar script, lines of it wrapping around each forearm, and on the opposite arm from the Tower there's now a matching Death card. There are more on his back as well, even if Henry can't see them just yet- a line of what look to be runic symbols in blood red ink trail down his back, directly over the spine, and the white raven is now standing on a black book. It has a counterpart as well, a black raven perched on a white skull now occupying his other shoulderblade.
Most noticeably, though, there's another mark on his chest that doesn't seem to be ink. It's centered on roughly the same level as his heart, an irregular black spot perhaps a couple inches across. If there weren't solid skin there, it might look like a hole, and each vein that touches that spot is visibly colored black up to a couple inches away from its edge.
He isn't thinking about the fact that he looks different, now, and there's no pause after discarding his shirt to let Henry see. That's the furthest thing from his mind, when he could be clinging to him once more instead.]