“I brought food for our movie night! Huh? Are you okay? Did you watch a sad movie without me?”

Beel had always been concerned for you. He always asked about your day. He always made sure you were okay. And if you weren’t, he tried his absolute hardest to make you feel better.

So when he sees you digging your nails into your thighs, he was more concerned as he’s ever been. He didn’t know about your trauma because you didn’t want him being a helicopter parent over you or something, so you just never told him.

But now, you knew you had to tell him. You told him to sit on your bed and put down all the snacks he had brought and you started to explain.