[She expected a poke, or something. A brief prod of her finger into the center of Aki's skin, over a mark she no longer shivers when she sees. There's no pain associated with it anymore, the memory nothing more than a lesson to her current and future self to guard against going easy - against letting said guard down.]

[But her guard is down, in this moment. She's had two beers and they're not talking about anything actually serious. Denji's already seen her tit today and she isn't thinking anything else about it. So when Denji suddenly leans down and plants a kiss against that speck, it's hard to say which of them has turned a brighter shade of red.]

[Even as she explains herself, talks about her eye (she gave away an eye?!) and its phantom pain... It's not the same, Aki thinks she would explain if her mind was operating properly. This kind of thing, it shouldn't fluster her so much. Himeno did way worse things to her boobs before she finally let him have sex with her. This - it's a chaste, purposeful kiss, meant nonsexually and for a silly, childish reason.]

[So why did her lips feel like that?]

...You don't think I take care of you?

[It comes out unbidden and unplanned and even Aki hears how pouty that sounds, moody and selfish. It's not even the point of what Denji was saying but somehow that's the first point she feels needs to be addressed. That Aki totally takes care of her.]

I mean - If you're going to do that to any of them... It should probably be this one.

[She lifts the hem of her shirt, revealing the still-red, puckered scar from Kobeni's knife. Even if it's healed and recovered, the wound is still fresh enough to be bright with blood near the surface.]

Or are you going to do that for every single one?