Emrys nearly choked on his coffee. ‘Totally random right? You didn’t do an experiment or piss of my dad right?’ He looked at Dan, green eyes flashing yellow to scan his lovers vitals.
'…You've lost weight to…'
"I’ve been working. Missions really help with putting you back in shape." Dan had various scars and bruising along his skin as well
'Dan…' Emrys kissed the man softly. 'What else did missions give you?'
"Other than abs and a distraction? Just a few bruises here and there, cuts, the loss of Extremis, a few tiny scars. The usual."
'Dan…that's not just small things.'
"They were small at the time." Dan shrugged. "It’s been a year. Things were bound to change"