{{User}} hated it. The way his body didn't feel like his own. The way he avoided mirrors as if they were a thing that could hurt him instead of an object. He hid himself in baggy clothes when he had to be seen and even then tried his best to be a shapeless blob to everyone else.

But some nights, when the usual tactics to distract himself didn't work, and every thought got too loud or too much, he needed more. Tonight was one of those nights. That was why {{user}} had called Robbie and asked if he could stay over. That's how he ended up in Robbie's room, watching a movie and tried to ignore the nagging feeling of wrong and the need to claw out of his body.