“It’s an ordeal.” he replies when questioned about the scars he wears. He would love to share how he got them, but he hates to dwell on it too much. For the briefest moment his eyes flash back and forth and his lips slowly separate as he remembers. Then he snaps back to make eye contact again and a pained grin cracks into place. “Maybe another time I’ll get into it.” There is no other time though. He relives it in every moment he’s not distracted. When you’re talking to him, that’s when he forgets. So he begs you into continuing your story, that way he never has to star in his.