“You don’t gotta worry bout it, it’s all good.” Diego knew from the look on Ace’s face that despite him brushing off the stain, he wasn’t going to get out of her home without removing his shirt. Which meant questions. He knew as soon as the garment left his skin that she would have questions and there was nothing he could do but answer them. Diego had promised himself that he’d never lie to her since he knew she deserved much more than that, but what if he knew the truth would make her concerned? Stuck in his decision he suddenly realised with a brush of her knuckles against his abdomen that Ace had already gripped the hem of his shirt and the choice was out of his hands. “Alright, alright,” He finally answered with a playful roll of his eyes, knowing he was going to have to give himself over to her. “But I don’t want you worrying if you can’t get the stain out yeah? It’s just a stupid stain, no biggie.” Diego reminded her as he pulled his tshirt up over his head to reveal his bare chest and abdomen which were both covered by tattoos and scars of different sizes and lengths. “You happy now...?” He teased, hoping he could distract her from looking too closely at the scars.