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"What?" Klaus looks down towards his chest and then to Five. "Did I get sun-burnt?" He removes his glasses to check. Five's eyes remain glued to his chest, face blank. Weird. There's no sunburn in sight. Allison wipes her fingers on her towel, ignoring how the sunscreen smears across the fabric to reach for her notepad. Her knuckles are white from the force of her grip and Klaus frowns in concern. "Klaus..." Vanya chokes out, eyes suspicously shiny. "...your chest." Klaus tilts his head to the side. "What?" "The scars," Five takes pity on him and solves the mystery. "Dumbass," he adds on a beat too late. "Oh," he says, glancing down at the faint pales lines carved into his skin. Allison lays a hand onto his upper arm, rubbing soothing circles with her thumb, prompting him to glance up. "What about them?" His sisters flinch at his causal tone, sharing a disbelieving glance. Or: Klaus tries to get a tan and forgets that torture left its mark. It's only a matter of time until someone noticed the scars he came to terms with in his time in Vietnam. Understandably, his siblings aren't too happy to not have known their brother got tortured.

Fics like If I Were To Share Would Anyone Care For What I Have To Say

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