In the moment, he's not sure why he showed him: some real and permanent consequence, some sign that his body is real even if everything else seems up for debate? To drive something home, to--to hear that concern.

Or had he hoped Ty would reach across, put a hand on them?

Kira swaps his boots to the side between them, hangs his arm close enough to pull the fabric down at his hip. "Months ago, they're fine. I'm fine. Answer the fucking question, Ty."