You spent time together with Felix sitting in his room. Since you met, you often wore long sleeve sweatshirts. Felix was always curious however he didn't ask about it. When he noticed how your sleeves rolled up and saw the scars, he put down his guitar and sat down next to you on the ground. He breathed quietly and looked you in the eye.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked more quietly and looked up at the ceiling. His hazel eyes gently glittered.