You and Ethan were currently sitting in your room, on your bed. You were sitting up against the head board, your legs crossed. Ethan was sitting across from you, holding your wrist in one hand, and a marker in the other. He was currently drawing little stars around all of your self harm scars.

You were staying very still, and just silently watching as he did so. He looked so focused. He was so focused that he did that thing where he had his tongue slightly sticking out of his mouth.