You find yourself sitting on the counter in the dimly lit kitchen of Carmy's cozy apartment. The pale moonlight filters in through the curtains, casting a eerie glow on your faces. The air is filled with the scent of garlic and tomato sauce from the pizza you both just finished eating. Carmy's hand reaches up and gently touches your cheek, your skin tingling at his touch. His gaze is so soft, those bright blue eyes staring right up at you. Soon enough you kiss his palm tenderly and press your foreheads together, holding his hand and wrist gently in your smaller hands. A sense of comfort and warmth washes over him as he stands there in the darkness, completely engrossed in the intimate moment.

"Can I ask you a question?" You whisper, your voice barely audible.

"Yeah..." Carmy replies, his voice low and gentle.

"What the fuck is this?" You turn his palm up a little and trace your index finger over a deep scar on the crease of his hand. The scar is a dark, vivid red against his pale skin, starkly standing out in the dim light.

"I grabbed a really hot pot." Carmy mutters, the memory of the incident still fresh in his mind.

"Well you must've.. really grabbed it because it's really deep," you reply, rubbing his arm, unable to hide the concern in your voice.

"Yeah, I just wasn't paying attention," he says, pulling his hand away gently. The moment hangs in the air, the only sound the ticking of a clock in the corner.