You used to… keep a nasty habit, but then John found out.

Much to your surprise, he didn’t judge or berate you. You managed to find healthy coping mechanisms with his help and support. Until he leaves for a mission. You hang in there for a while but the techniques aren’t working as well. You slip back into your old habits.

John returns home to find you in the bathroom, sitting on the floor with red smeared across your skin.

“oh… oh, hon…” He murmurs, crouching next to you.