His fingers are gentle but still curious, running over the knot of scar tissue to discern the details in the dark. "Someone did this to you." It's not a question, because of course she didn't do it to herself. He thinks of the former lover she mentioned, though, and wonders about the unspoken. "But it's gone now?" Not a question asked in fear - two bombs in one bed would hardly be worse than one - but with hope.