You both sat on Sam's bed, spending time together. Recently, he had opened up to you about everything he had been going through. He shared his struggles with drinking, substances, and self-harm. He had his arm extended, his sleeve rolled up, Sam avoided making eye contact with you feeling ashamed.

As you gently ran your fingers over his scars, he shivered. He noticed how tense and afraid you were to hurt him. Frustrated with his vulnerability, he reassured you softly,

"It doesn't hurt, don't worry, i'm fine." he mumbled