Clara fumbled around with her words for a few moments, but she didn't know where to start. Finally she started: "I know that you cut." She stopped, waiting to see his expression. It was one she knew way too well, she had felt it come across her face many times before. A flash of many different emotions; hurt, anger, fear. All ending with trying to hide your emotions and control your thoughts at the same time, which is extremely hard to do. It's hard to explain the emotion, or what it looks like, the only way you'd recognize it was if you had felt it before. Otherwise you would only see confusion. I straightened my left arm out in front of me and pulled back my sleeve, revealing the intricate design of new and old scars.
His eyes slowly traveled up and down my forearm a few times, before looking back into my eyes. "How did you know?" He asked, his voice shaking and in a whisper. This was obviously a very touchy subject for him, he hadn't been struggling with it for very long.
"It's pretty simple to know who does or doesn't if you do. The little things start to stand out, things that you start to notice yourself doing too. You must have known that I cut, or at least have had a suspition about it." Clara explained herself to Jessie.
"Yeah, I did have suspicions." he admitted.
"Have you told Brian, have you talked to him about any of it recently?" Clara asked, not only because she was curious.
"We don't have anyone to talk to. No one will be able to help you unless they're going through the same things, and we both know that either of us will last much longer on our own. We can help each other. Eventually you're going to have to tell Brian, and I'm going to have to tell Megan. But when that time comes we should have each other for back up, just in case. This way, things won't get worse, they'll get better."
When she had finished, Jessie's eyes had begun to light up, he was on the same page as her. Jessie nodded at Clara, unable to find the words to respond with.