You smile.
Greed in your fingers weaves waves, silken braids in his golden hair.
You capture his image while you move around him. His wheels try to keep up with you, his fingers run the rims.

"I'm s-s-sorry", he says.
You remember him before and after.
You know the thin white remnants, and the thick ugly red, you know them while your fingers trace the stories they tell.
You know his scent, his giggles when tickled, the fragrance when you fold yourself around him, while you bury yourself in him

"I'm s-s-sorry", he says again. Two stripes, small brooks, glisten on his cheeks.
Your hand freezes mid-air in a gesture. His emerald gaze glances past. You kneel before him, rest your hands on his knees.