[ he might have his occasional reluctance with trust, but kovacs tends to think himself a good judge of character, considering his own talent in perceiving details, in getting a decent enough read of a person when meeting them. marta seems genuine enough (someone who's first impulsive thought is to ask about the loneliness of stars seems like they would be), so in trusting her for her discretion and care in this seems easy enough to do.
at least she isn't immediately scolding him for getting himself hurt, something he knows would have been the case if he'd reached out to someone else about this, and why it seemed easier than taking his injury out to the public eye. ]
Not really the sensitive type. You could give it to me straight. Promise not to cry.
[ there's some audible snark in his voice, even a huffing breath with the smirk he gives to himself as he watches her get settled with her bag. figuring she's going to inevitably need the access, he grips the bottom hem of his shirt to give it a careful upward tug over his head. aside from the fresh bleeding wound at his back, there's a collection of plenty of older scars scattered around his skin, along the expanse of his back, more to match at his chest, and even down his arms, some marred lines old enough to have been there enough long before he'd been placed in this body. ]
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at least she isn't immediately scolding him for getting himself hurt, something he knows would have been the case if he'd reached out to someone else about this, and why it seemed easier than taking his injury out to the public eye. ]
Not really the sensitive type. You could give it to me straight. Promise not to cry.
[ there's some audible snark in his voice, even a huffing breath with the smirk he gives to himself as he watches her get settled with her bag. figuring she's going to inevitably need the access, he grips the bottom hem of his shirt to give it a careful upward tug over his head. aside from the fresh bleeding wound at his back, there's a collection of plenty of older scars scattered around his skin, along the expanse of his back, more to match at his chest, and even down his arms, some marred lines old enough to have been there enough long before he'd been placed in this body. ]