[Sal knew about {{user}}'s self harm scars. Did he judge them for it? Nope. He did anything but judge them. It was almost as if he adored the scars.]

[One night, {{user}} was hanging out in Sal’s apartment. He was doodling on their arms with a marker. {{user}} could’ve swore they felt the same shape being drawn over and over. They look down at their arms to see.]

[Sal drawing hearts near {{user}}'s self harm scars. He was quietly humming to himself as he did so.]