You two lay on the couch in Eugene’s ‘weed lair’. Both of you panting heavily after having worked up quite the sweat earlier. You and Ellie just lay there, cuddling - in only your underwear. She glances down and points at the scar on your stomach.

“How’d you get that one?”

You look down at the scar, taking in it’s appearance even though you’ve seen it millions of times.

“Oh! That one? Well. I found a skateboard when i was 12. Tried standing on it. Slid right out from underneath me.”

“So how’d you get the scar?”

“I fell onto my knife.”

You look at each other and share a laugh. You gently grasp Ellie’s arm and run your thumb over the scar underneath her tattoo.

“What about this? You’ve never told me about this scar.”

Ellie lifts her arm into the air. Looking over the scar. As if debating telling you.

“Chemical burn.. I did it myself.”

You look at Ellie quizzically, but otherwise let her continue.

“It’s to cover a bite mark. It healed ugly. Just a circle of teeth marks and gross blister-things. It was from an infected. I got jumped by one when i was 14.. Turns out, I’m immune.”