“I never realised how many you had,” Eddie said out of the blue, as the two of you were sitting in the loft at the fire house together, eating leftovers. He realised after a second of silence that he had forgotten to give context. “Tattoos, I mean”

He always knew you had tattoos, of course, it was hard not to see, especially since he found himself staring at them far more than platonically acceptable. But he never actually stopped to think about the number.

He reaches across, gesturing to one above your elbow with his fork. “What’s that one?”