“I’ll be right back,” Jason says, pausing the movie and walking to the bathroom.

Jason is your roommate and closest friend. You’ve seen all his scars and reassured him about each one. But he was no longer insecure about his battle wounds.

He looks in the mirror, his hand on his cheek, wishing he could have a different face.

It’s his acne scars, something the Lazarus pit only worsened. He’d never admit it because it's not ‘manly,’ but he hates his face. A tear falls down his scarred cheek.