Muldoon hums, a vague, noncommittal response. It doesn't feel brave. It's what he does. It's what he's always done, and maybe he's too quick to jump into those situations. But he's not going to mention that. He doesn't want Midge to worry.
As for scars? Of course he doesn't mind them on a woman. It seems bizarre to even think such a thing. The more she explains, however, the better he understands. Even if he doesn't understand fully. There is still a bit of confusion furrowing his brow, though.
"Everyone has scars," he points out. "They don't make you ugly. They're a part of you. A part of your life. And most of my life has been spent in places where looking 'perfect' wasn't an option."
"I'll admit, I haven't seen you when you haven't been pristine..." He tilts his head at her as best he can and smiles. "But I bet you're the cutest thing when you've got messy hair and comfortable clothes on."
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As for scars? Of course he doesn't mind them on a woman. It seems bizarre to even think such a thing. The more she explains, however, the better he understands. Even if he doesn't understand fully. There is still a bit of confusion furrowing his brow, though.
"Everyone has scars," he points out. "They don't make you ugly. They're a part of you. A part of your life. And most of my life has been spent in places where looking 'perfect' wasn't an option."
"I'll admit, I haven't seen you when you haven't been pristine..." He tilts his head at her as best he can and smiles. "But I bet you're the cutest thing when you've got messy hair and comfortable clothes on."