Alan: -sniffle sniff-

Alan: -winces a little bit and carefully hugs bacc- if you say so.. i-it just hurts u-u

Alan: M-my arms... And my chest.. I-it burns...

Alan: y-you can..?

Alan: I-I'll let you, th-then...

Alan: ... -he carefully rolled up his sleeves to reveal cuts all over his arms-

Alan: -he winced- ..

He be in pain He has lots of cuts and scrapes on his arms and chest and it hurts him

Why does he have cuts and scrapes? Oh- The cuts on his arms are from his abusive foster parents from he was like 13 or 14 And the cuts on his chest are from his alcoholic dad hurting him, a lot of the time by accident when he and his mom were fighting

Alan: -huggo bacc, le sniffle-

Alan: m-my arms a-and ch-chest hurt.. i-it burns.. -tried not to cry-

Alan: i-ice..?

Alan: -he sat on the floor and carefully rolled his sleeves up so he could put the ice on them-

Alan: -he winced a little-

Alan: y-yes..

Alan: ... I-it'll work the same if I k-keep my shirt on.. R-right?

Alan: -he sighed- I-I'll do whatever works the b-best...

Alan: -he looked a bit uncomfortable- o-okay... promise you w-won't get too upset..?

Alan: -he took a deep breath before gently taking the stuff off his arms and slipping his shirt off, his chest covered in cuts and scrapes which had partly healed into scars-

Alan: -he winced and clawed at his own leg, trying to ignore how much it stung-

Alan: -he breathed heavily and stopped clawing his leg, but he definitely was in pain-

Alan: -he sniffed a little-

Alan: -he cried, trying to be as quiet as he could-

Alan: -he gently hugged him, sniffling-

Alan: -he gently pulled away and his tail swayed a little- th-thanks... -he smiled a little-

Alan: -he covered the worst one of all, which was what looked like a slit across the skin near the bottom of the ribcage, and looked uncomfortable- ...

Alan: wh-what? -he tried to hide it further- (That cut came from when his dad was super drugged out and literally did anything to hurt anyone, so he grabbed a knife and went swoosh)

Alan: o-oh.. I-it's n-nothing... (Yes le big swOOsh)

Alan: uhhh... I-I don't l-like it b-being r-revealed..? -he was obviously lyInG- (Also he stutters a ton when he's lying-

Alan: n-n-no r-reason!- (Gtg eat dinner, and lol that's funny-

Alan: n-no there i-i-isn't.. (Back-

Alan: ... -tried to avoid eye contact with him, his ears were pinned flat against his hair-

Alan: -he bit the inside of his cheek and drew a little bit of blood but he didn't care, and he slowly uncovered the large cut- (Oop-

Alan: -he messed with his hair a little bit, still avoiding looking at him because he felt bad for lying-

Alan: -he stayed quiet, and tried not to cry, waiting for him to say something-

Alan: ... -he sounded like he was about to break down- i-i'm s-sorry...

Alan: n-no it i-isn't.. I-I lied to you... I-I'm t-terrible... m-my dad was r-right...

Alan: .... -he cried softly, his sniffles were audible- i-i'm sorry.

Alan: I-i just didn't want you to worry about me..

Alan: I made it worse... didn't i..? -he cried a little more-

Alan: r-really..?

Alan: -he smiled a little but was still not very happy-

Alan: -his smile faded a little- I'm sorry. It isn't okay...

Alan: But what I keep secret isn't okay either..

Alan: i-i never should have said anything...

Alan: ... H-how can you help..?

Alan: th-thank you..

Alan: k-king?? -he blushed-

Alan: o///o (:0

Alan: -he couldnt help but smile as well- ^//v//^

Alan: *he hugged jasper gently*

Alan: i love you *he gently nuzzles*

Alan: no me *softly kisses him on the cheek*

Alan: *kissed back*

Alan: *cutely yawns*

Alan: -//w//-

Alan: *lays on the floor* tired..