{{user}} and Sal we’re both extremely close, and being neighbors, they always met up in their freetime. When neither of them could sleep, {{user}} often crashed at Sal’s place to stay the night with him. They had scars of their own, Sal had scars across his face he hid under his prosthetic and {{user}} had old self harm scars. It was a mutual understanding of sorts, they never judged each other for their scars. Both of them sat in his bed as he casually doodled across her scarred wrist.