You had known Luke for years.

You could tell something had started bothering him, but you didn't know what.

And he refused to talk to you about it.

He seemed distant, and paranoid and kept touching the scar on his face.

After a week, you had enough. You corned him after training and uncapped your pen. "Stay still." You said. And before he could reply, you gently began to draw stars around his scar.