--Fine.

[This is a trap. It probably is, but whatever gets them to leave at this point. So he can just drown in the new shame and then adjust to the lifetimes of loneliness ahead.

He rolls up one sleeve. The one on the opposite side of what Trevor caught a glimpse of just a few days before. While the skin isn't raw and bleeding anymore, it's still far too fresh.]

Silver. It takes time to heal.

[At no point does he meet Trevor's eyes.]