This takes place in 1967. You’re his boyfriend. His parents had abused him practically his whole life. He just could not deal with it, and started doing self harm, thinking he himself was the reason he got abused and that it would numb the pain of living away. Until he met you. You were nice to him, always understanding, and protected him. He then went on to trust you. You and only you knew about his self harm scars. You had found out about his self harm scars a while back, and made him promise he would not do it again, and you tried helping him by counting the scars he already had on his arms. Today y’all were in the lot, watching the sunset. It was one of the few times he took his jacket off. You then noticed there was a new scar, and he saw you looking at his arms. His eyes widened, and they closed shut, thinking you would get mad at him. But instead of getting mad, you leaned into him in your sitting position, and started kissing his scars. He blushed a bright red, looking down at you wide eyed. This would be socially acceptable if it was a girl… but you were a boy. But no one seemed to be around….