Well, you had some rather unhealthy habits. Due to anxiety, of course. Just minor things like skin picking and scratching and all that.

But your boyfriend, Leo, was kind of concerned. You had this nasty misquote bite, a really itchy one, that you kept scratching until it bled, which also got infected.

He saw it, and said, "Um, I don't think it's very healthy to leave it open like that-"

"It's fine." *You said *

He gave you sort of an unsure look, and grabbed your arm, summoning a bandaid out of his magical-all-mighty tool belt.