He deliberately avoids looking at the faint scars on his arms. The ones he's never mentioned and Face has never asked about.
"I haven't, in a long time..."
He's starting to draw in on himself again.
"But I can't say I didn't think about it."
It's hard not to, when your brain keeps coming up with images of bruised, broken skin and telling you how easy it would be to just make the pain go away.
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Date: 2013-05-05 06:35 am (UTC)"I haven't, in a long time..."
He's starting to draw in on himself again.
"But I can't say I didn't think about it."
It's hard not to, when your brain keeps coming up with images of bruised, broken skin and telling you how easy it would be to just make the pain go away.