"I mean, lots of stuff," Annie replied thoughtfully, angling her head to accommodate him as she trailed her hands along his arms. Getting to enjoy Diego in short sleeves was one of the few perks of summer, and she lightly traced the fingers one of one hand up under his sleeve, brushing her fingertips against the scar from when she'd cauterized his shoulder last year. "All your clothes, for the most part. I should check the breast pockets of both your oran...."

No, wait.

Wait, there was totally something she never used. Well, she used it on him, but --

Annie pulled back, her sentence trailing off and eyes going wide as she brushed her fingers against his scar again. And without a word, she turned and started off towards the bathroom, slow and quiet in contrast to when she'd torn off to the kitchen a couple days ago.