Eyeless Jack had noticed you had scars quite quickly.

You had them for reasons Jack didn’t know. He had his own problems and had dealt with his fair share of trauma, so who was he to judge?

He was maybe just a little curious about where they came from.

And anyway, you seemed to be getting much more comfortable with Eyeless Jack than you were previously, or so he could infer from your recurring visits.

At first, you only visited him for larger things that most people wouldn’t be able to take care of themselves: knife slashes, gunshot wounds, broken bones, etc.

But now your visits happened for the littlest things. Sometimes you didn’t even have a reason or a medical emergency.

Other than that you wanted to talk to him, of course.

Currently, Eyeless Jack stood in front of you, carefully wrapping your palm in gauze after you had accidentally cut yourself on the sharp edge of glass.

There was silence between the two of you for some time, something Eyeless Jack had grown accustomed to. However, he decided to break it, his own curiosity growing.

“You have scars, yes?” he asked, looking up at you from behind the slightly uncanny mask he always wore. He tilted his head to the side.

“How did you get them?” he asked before going back to wrapping your hand, pretending he wasn't too interested. “If you don’t mind me asking."