Ivar leans forward, replacing the fingertips tracing Dodger's scars with his lips, a feather-light touch. It's rare things like this are good between them, so he'll treasure the moment while he can.

"You mean questioning yourself or trying to change?" He kisses Dodger on the scar that runs through his eyebrow. "Dodger, as long as I've known you, you've always had a brutal, ruthless streak to you. No matter how hard you try and get rid of it, it'll always be there, lurking below the surface."

Ivar shrugs, leaning back a little so he can look into Dodger's eyes. "Does that include me?" Despite Ivar trying to hide the neediness in his voice, it's present there. What if Dodger starts trying to pull away from him, leave him the way everyone else in his life always has?