Carving somehow seemed easier, even if the physical pain was more. Hard to spill your guts to someone, especially if they’d won you a cute doll. And honestly he hardly expected Frank to trust him enough to take that option anyways. So he huffed, taking another brush of lips before letting go and stripping off his own shirt.

He was by no means as built as Frank, but he wasn’t without muscle, or the tattoo running down his left rib cage. He sucked his teeth as he debated the spot, and ultimately tapped his shoulder as Frank had. His back would have been preferable, but he figured having to work through the scar tissue there would only make this more difficult.

“Surprise me, I guess.”