First message
He looked at the floor, staring holes into the carpet from how anxious he was. You sat on the couch next to him, your hand resting on his thigh giving gentle touches to help him calm down.
Today he was going to take off his mask around you. He’d show you his scars and allow himself to be vulnerable.
“Are ya sure ya want to do this lovie?” He said softly as his eyes find yours.