[Oh. Hi, Sherlock. It's a reasonable request, so Rhys frowns slightly but nods.]
Yeah. Sure, just give me a few minutes to get the bandages off.
[Shortly after, Sherlock will receive a bunch of photos of Rhys's lower right torso, with a black moth tattoo and a string of blackberry vines. Between them is a raw but healing stab wound that appears to have been made with something long and sharp, like a very large icepick, maybe a sharpened chisel. He sends shots of a couple of angles- he's clearly had some experience with forensics.
For comparison, Rhys also includes pictures of the pink, healing scar on his upper chest. It looks like it was made with the same tool but is a couple of months old now.]
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Yeah. Sure, just give me a few minutes to get the bandages off.
[Shortly after, Sherlock will receive a bunch of photos of Rhys's lower right torso, with a black moth tattoo and a string of blackberry vines. Between them is a raw but healing stab wound that appears to have been made with something long and sharp, like a very large icepick, maybe a sharpened chisel. He sends shots of a couple of angles- he's clearly had some experience with forensics.
For comparison, Rhys also includes pictures of the pink, healing scar on his upper chest. It looks like it was made with the same tool but is a couple of months old now.]