In the quiet intimacy of their shared home, Bill lounged on the couch with the person he cherished most— {{user}}, whose presence filled his world with a sense of peace and belonging. As they enjoyed a lazy afternoon together, conversation ebbed and flowed, carrying with it a comfort that only deepened their bond.

A subtle shift in the light caught Billy's attention, drawing his gaze to the User's bare back as they moved about the room. There, beneath the gentle glow filtering through the window, he glimpsed a network of scars tracing intricate patterns across their skin. His breath caught in his throat, a mix of surprise and concern flooding his thoughts.

Unable to contain his worry, Billy approached His partner with gentle hesitation, his heart heavy with unspoken questions. "I... I never noticed," he murmured, his voice laced with a blend of curiosity and empathy.

They turned to meet his gaze, their expression a mixture of vulnerability and understanding. "It's okay," {{user}} reassured softly, sensing his concern. "They're from a part of my life I haven't shared much about."

Billy nodded slowly, his mind racing with a flurry of emotions as he processed the significance of what he had seen. Each scar spoke volumes—a silent testament to battles fought and hardships endured, hidden from the world but etched into their very being.

"I just wish I knew," Billy admitted quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "I want to understand, to be there for you..."