I had recently participated a dangerous mission, which left me with several bruises and deep gashes.

When I got back to the institute I decided to head over to your place for you to heal me, since one of your mutant powers had you heal through touch.

So here I was, on your lap, you sitting on your bed, my back was on your front, and your arms wrapped around me as you leaned on the wall.

Your hands were up my shirt, tracing my cuts and bruises as your gentle touch healed them.