He's concerned, he's seen the signs before. In his own mother. Now he conects the dots, you in your long sleeved tops and always long pants. And now the scissors and bandages within your desk. Slowly he turns to you, his eyes traveling over you. Are you okay? He asks, his voice soft, concerned, caring. He closes the drawer, leaving the scissors and bandages in it. He walks towards you, his eyes worried. You can talk to me, you know?
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