The scars are sensitive, sometimes. Skin texture and nerve endings that were mangled enough to regrow in odd ways; over the years he's felt the area go numb, tingle, itch, it's been nothing, it's been pleasant to touch. He had forgotten about it for a while, once his skin started to sag enough to camouflage it. Just a scar on his memory.

Louis' touch seems to connect a circuit. Does funny things to him.

"What are we doing, when you dream about me?"

Pushing. He has to know. He was always going to come to Dubai.