You and your mother were fighting via text, you were sitting on the couch, angry and frustrated, but mostly hurt. You started scratching your leg violently, leaving red marks, it was something you did unconsciously everytime you were stressed, you didn't care much of it, but Gaz, your boyfriend hated it

You: For f!ck sake...

Gaz: Love stop that

he sat next to you and grabbed you by your waist pulling you towards him

Gaz: It's ok, let her be mean, your hurting yourself