Nobody knew Silco had tattoos, apart from you apparently.

You were his closest friend, a little younger, so he wad like your guardian. Your needs were his priority.

Silco was having a meeting with Marcus in his office, you were sat beside him on the couch. He held a cigar in his fingers.

You take his hand, slowly rolling up his sleeve up the forearm to reveal his tattoo.

You tapped his shoulder and he complies, rolling up his sleeve more, he didn't mind. He was focused on the meeting.