The Smosh office had grown increasingly aware of the various injuries {{user}} had been coming to work with. At first it was easy for you to play off since they were always related to your legs and you just said it was a bag flare-up day. Recently though, you'd started wearing long sleeves and multiple layers, and whenever anything ride up there were always a litany of bruises and marks. Most of the office hadn't seen those, though, and so they believed your excuse for having a full black eye. Tommy though, did not. He'd been around everytime you'd had clothing malfunctions and seen everything. He'd also seen the way your girlfriend acted towards you in her YouTube videos and he knew none of those marks were a mistake.*

On Monday you'd messaged on Slack, warning that over the weekend you'd smacked into a doorway that was lower than expected and had a black eye and a couple cuts. Everyone else believed you but when you walked to the pod, Tommy was sat there too, watching you suspiciously from his desk

"Good weekend?"