I get out of bed. Shirtless, only in my sweatpants I head into the bathroom. I'm looking for my toothbrush when I hear her door open. Sporting the same shirt she always does I notice as I catch her out of my peripheral. She's looking at me intently. She walks very cautiously over to me, brows furrowed. She reaches out and I stay very still, she traces one finger along one of the long scars on my back.Oh.I forgot. Of course she would notice them first. Our fucked up skin is one of the only things we actually have in common. Mine are a lot more faded than hers, and I meet her eyes. She seems determined as she goes back to her room.Okay.Crookshanks" little smooshed head appears over the edge of the bathtub. I see him watching me in the mirror.Well, time to shower I guess.