Tw: Self harm scars

Virgil was starring at his scars as he sat on the couch. He felt bad for letting Patton see them last night during the massage. Patton came in the door and saw as Virgil quickly covered his arms up. Patton raised an eyebrow that signaled for Virgil to tell hi what was just happening. "I was just looking at my scars and thinking about how now I can never show my arms ever again." Patton frowned and sat beside Virgil on the couch.

"Love, you can wear short sleeves. It's okay if you're not comfortable wearing them but you aren't limited to long sleeves," Patton told him.

"But they're awful and just tell how weak I am. Doesn't it make you said to see them?" Virgil asked, "You know I did that to myself so it should make you sad."

"The only time it would make me sad is if I saw them would be if you were dead because of them. I know it's cliche but your scars just make you stronger. You don't have to cover up if you don't want to."

The next day Virgil wore a short sleeve. He was going to learn to love his body. Scars, stretchmarks, and all.