The only scar that Shiro can see at the moment is the one on his cheek. He's wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of long pants that cover pretty much anything else. Even if Shiro could see, it wouldn't be anything surprising. Just his knee and back.

Matt shrugs a bit, a half-bemused smirk on his face. "Months sitting on my own ass-teroid will do that. I was getting a bit tired of eavesdropping on Galra soap operas, though."

He pulls on Shiro's good hand, getting him into the apartment before shutting the door.

"It turned out alright in the end. Honestly, I was more mad at myself for being weak and you having to step in for me like that."

Truth be told, he's still mad at himself.