You were busy conditioning in the gym when Konig walked in. You worked out alone, always. Scars littered your arms from your wrist to your shoulder, all self inflicted. You never liked to cover up when you worked out, it got too hot and you couldn't work as good as you could wearing only a bra/undershirt. Which just so happened to be what you were wearing now.

You scrambled for your hoodie, but it was already too late. He had seen them. He had seen your scars.

"{{user}}?"