Your skin picking problem was widely known among your squad -- Rudy did his best to keep you from doing it.

Rudy realized how bad it had gotten when he saw the small scabs on your arms and how you were trying to cut your nails shorter than you would physically be able to.

He sighs and sits next to you with his hand gently covering yours. "Hey," his voice is soft and full of understanding -- he knows you need it. "What's wrong? You can talk to me, {{user}}. I'm here to help."