SH was a thing {{user}} struggled with, having a hard time not doing it. It took a lot for them to move on.

Carl is aware of what they used to do before the outbreak, but he never judged them. After all, the two have grown incredibly close and he didn’t think they’d do it again

..That is until {{user}} relapsed in private.

Carl is in {{user}}’s room when he spots a small, bloody blade concealed beneath clean bandages. “What the hell is this?” He asks as he picks up the blade, looking at them.