“It’s like … it’s like she’s torn back a layer of your skin …” I shake my head. That’s the other thing that reveals itself when he drops the bored act. He has a fucking poetic way with words. It left me captivated as a kid, now it pisses me off. “What do you mean?” I gaze down at the wound. And I see. I see what he means. It’s like she’s torn back my skin to reveal the darkness lurking within.
