I Might Just Trust You, Maybe (слэш)

Once they were in the room with the door closed, Dr. Chilton turned to Will with curiosity in his eyes as he held out his hand. "Dr. Bloom just called me about you, Mr. Graham," he began as Will accepted his offer of a handshake. Once their hands touched, Will felt a mild burning sensation on his palm. Based on Chilton's expression and the wavering way he finished his sentence, Will could tell he felt it too. "Or should I call you… Dr.… Graham?"
"I'm, um, not a doctor," Will said as he quickly withdrew his hand.
In unison, they both stared down at their palms to see a pair of interlocking circles branded onto their flesh. Will stepped back looking from his hand to the man before him and he slowly shook his head. Dr. Frederick Chilton, however, seemed transfixed by the mark on his hand, his face entirely unreadable. Will might've thought he was in shock if he hadn't been working through the denial that screamed in his head.