Maka was not used to being under such intense scrutiny from anyone aside from his Mama (and the thought of the red-haired woman made him grimace), so it was weird to find his weapon looking at his face so intently.
"What are you doing?" he asked, wrapping his arms around his weapon's hips to keep her close as she sat in his lap.
"'m looking at the scars on your face," Soul murmured. "You've got a lot."
He smiled and tightened his arms around her. "I've got more on my arms and legs, that's where I get hit the most. Also probably on my ribs." He regretted the next words that came out of his mouth even as he said them. "But none of them compare to yours."
They both tensed for a moment before Soul sighed and clapped her hands against his cheeks as she cupped them.
"You're stupid," she said simply as she stared fiercely into his eyes. "I told you, don't feel—"
"—guilty, I know. It's just, well, hard, y'know? You're my everything and I hate that you got hurt for me," he said despondently.
Her brows knitted together and a frown tugged at her lips. "Maka, it was years ago now, I thought you were over it."
"I was," he assured her. He scowled and corrected himself, "I am. I don't freak out over it anymore and I guess I see it more as a sign of how strong our partnership is. But still..." He trailed off and lifted a hand to her shoulder where a scar was just beginning to form from their latest mission.
She sighed harshly and used her hands to shake his head and bring his focus back to her red eyes. "It's part of the job remember. It's like you didn't even listen when your pervy mom gave us that speech about how everything's gonna be more dangerous now that I'm a deathscythe. And, y'know, I never pegged you for the type of guy who would try to wrap his girl up in bubble wrap."
He scoffed and tweaked her nose, smiling wryly when she squawked and swatted his hand away. "I'm not trying to 'wrap you in bubble-wrap' or whatever, and I know you're a deathscythe now and that you can handle yourself but it's just..." He cupped her cheek tenderly and tipped both their heads forward so their foreheads pressed together. "I love you more than anything and I hate seeing you hurt, especially when I could've done something to stop it."
"You're so uncool," she murmured. "Worrying about shit like that. The weapon protects the meister, remember? I know you wouldn't let anything happen to me on purpose but sometimes things go out of our control and stuff happens. Doesn't mean you're a bad meister or boyfriend, which you aren't." She glared fiercely at him when he opened his mouth to object. "No, shut up, we aren't going to argue over this. You're a great boyfriend and meister and that's final!"
He started chuckling and her glare melted into a grin. She started pressing loud kisses all over his face as he laughed, giggling a little herself.
"OK, OK," he finally said, hugging her tightly to his chest. "I'll try to stop being so 'uncool'."
"Good," she huffed, giving him one final peck on the lips. "Now, let's watch the horror movie Star gave us. Apparently she got it when she was in Japan with Tsu and it's really scary."
"I don't know why you want to watch horror movies," Maka sighed, letting go of Soul so she could go put the disk in. "You spend the whole time hiding in a cushion and miss the whole thing."
She just grinned and jumped back into his lap once the DVD player was set up. "I wanna see what scares you," she teased. "Could give me black mail material."
He scoffed and tugged on her hair gently. "Cruel," he said, smiling slightly. "And I thought you loved me."
"Sorry to disappoint," she laughed. "Now, shut up and make like a pillow, I wanna be able to hide when it gets scary."