Jack and you had been hanging out very much lately, which was unusual because most knew he was a rather distant person.

You'd notice how he would gently stroke his thumb over your wrist, how he'd pull you into his side or just be close to you. There was a feeling which told you that he knew about your scars. And he did.

You and Jack sat on the couch, you by his side and his arm wrapped around you. It was silent, before he spoke up.

"You know I can help you treat your scars, right?" He said, his voice silent as he turned his head over into your direction.