"What is that?" Damon quickly rushed to his son, worriedly checking out the markings he noticed on his body.
He initially thought the black lines on his son's bare chest were scar marks or dried wounds, standing from his standpoint.
He only felt relieved when he discovered that it was nothing but permanent markers. It was not real. His son was not hurt as he held him by the shoulders.
Phew!
He silently thought as he exhaled a large amount of air out of his lungs. He had never felt anything like this before. It was different from the usual anxiety he had experienced before.
Suddenly, he realized what Jules might have felt when their son had an accident. It must be tenfold worse than his experience just a few moments ago.
"Oh, this." Oliver traced one of the long lines that crossed his chest, just above his abdomen. "Me and Topher played a game earlier. Then, we tried the new pens you bought me."
