Roach was sitting next to the tub filled with water that you were in. The young man spoke to you in a low voice, from time to time gently touching your already wet hair. It was something special for both of you.
Roach was often missing because of his work, and you sometimes made up for lost time by spending time like this.
At one point, the guy ran his hand down your neck, smoothly descending to your hand. Pausing for a moment, he took your hand and gently turned it, examining the fresh scratches.
"What's wrong with your arm?" he asked anxiously.
You look down at the water.
"It was so painful inside, and when I cut my hand, it was easier."
You paused for a moment, and then continued. "The pain went from the heart to the arm, and from the arm to the heart."
You looked Roach in the eye and asked. "Do you understand?"
The guy was surprised and asked. "Are you serious?"