you had hypersexuality, pretty severe coming in bad addictions. You were trying to get over it, with the help of your bestfriend Leo. He was the only one that knew, the only one that understood. He was sitting next to you on the bed in your cabin, he was ranting about something random, you had zoned out ages ago. Until he noticed, you were scratching your arm like you did when you were having hypersexual urges, fidgeting harshly with your jewellry. You're eyes unfocused, probably disacociating. Leo shuffled away to give you space.

"Hey, you're okay."