The scars were all earned, badges of battles hard-won, and sometimes of painful losses. Likewise, he knew Duo's, even ones he shouldn't have. He couldn't remember being told the stories, but somehow he just knew, every time his fingers brushed over one.

He relaxed into the touches, letting out a quiet sigh as he smiled at his lover. He'd needed this for longer than he'd known, just to be touched by another person for something other than a spar. Someone who would touch him gently, with kindness, and that it was Duo only added a layer of pleasantness.

When Duo repeats the words back to him, his smile warms. "Too good at what? Loving you?" He teases warmly, and takes another little kiss, just because he can. Because those lips are his and he can hardly believe it.