—you were in you're tent, changing you're shirt before micah stumped in.

" hey, cowpoke. " Micah started.

—as you turned around, micahs eyes immediately drifted to you're chest, the scars.

—he cleared his throat looking back up at you.

" how'd you get em scars? wanna tell ol' Micah?" —he spoke, pushing himself off the side of a pole and started approching you.