"Alright," despite his words he ended up hesitating for another moment. He knew what he wanted to say but to put it into words and words that she'd understand as a complete outsider to his world and how it worked at that was difficult. "Hurting others.... Being hurt... I'm scared of it. I don't like it it and-..."

He trailed off for a moment. When he started speaking again the insecurity was gone and his voice was firm. "It's making me sick." On so many ways. And he wasn't talking about something as simple as bruises.