He has no idea what nerdy even means, or if it's a good or a bad thing, and he can't quite comment on it if he's clueless so he makes a mental note to ask Bodhi or Mr. Graves about it later. That's not the hard part of this--the hard part is... well.

Kira promises he won't laugh, so he supposes it's alright, and he has half a mind to ask him to turn around before he realizes it's only a matter of time and that would probably make things worse.

He carefully moves hands to his shirt, and with slender fingers begins to slowly undo the buttons. It's not just in his posture that he's uncomfortable--he sniffs despite there not being any pollen or him ever having a runny noise. It's not that he's going to cry, either, but as he slowly slides off his shirt, it's apparent as to why he buttons even the first one up fully.

There are more scars. Not just on his palms, but moving up his arms. His chest is covered from days where just a slap on the hands wouldn't do. The silvery scars are and faded, the freshest one 6 months old, but it's there as a permanent reminder. Credence, looking down, shifts uncomfortably. When he finally turns to put his shirt down and carefully weight it with a rock, his back reveals even more.

"Remember," He mumbles, "You promised not to laugh."