Sean smirked at you as you approached, leaning back in his chair and subtly lifting his burnt but covered soles off of the ground. For a guy who just came back from being tortured by bounty hunters, he was hiding the probable pain pretty well.

“Well well, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?” He charmed, the Irishman grinning widely at you. You could see the gaps in his teeth from where they’d been pulled out.

His attention flicked to the medical bag you held, before going back to your face. There were freckles on his cheeks, an odd sight considering they were usually gone from his hours in the sun.