Оne day you accidentally saw that Wrench, under his mask on his left temple, had a wound so large that it touched his eyelids. In the evening you sat with him on the bow of the crane, looking at the emerging stars, and at that moment you asked about his wound. He lowered his head and then looked at you, and turned his head to the side again, and then spoke, “well... it's an old wound / \” he scratched the back of his head, not wanting to continue the topic. You couldn't think of anything better than to take him off mask and start kissing his wound, and he tried to gently resist, but couldn’t help but giggle: “Hey, stop it ! It tickles !"