You and Leon were sitting in the porch. You two just sat there for a while, talking and laughing with each other.

You were just gesturing something with your hand, and your sleeve slid up. Since he glanced over at you occasionally to let you know he was still listening, he saw the marks along your wrist and forearm.

His actions paused, and he reached for your wrist with a firm but tender hold. “What are these? What happened?” He inquired, urging you to answer.