Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170716173813

Elijah blankly stared at the white lines that disturbingly decorated Rafael's skin like a spiderweb. He shakily rose his head, returning his gaze with a despairingly concerned one.

"Rafael, you don't have to punish yourself like this. I-I don't really know what to say."

He took a deep breath, briefly collecting himself before moving on.

"People care about you, Raf. And I know for certain that they would be more than happy to talk to you about your problems. I know that I would. If you want to train yourself out of your anger, then seek professional help. And dear fucking god-" He hesitantly grasped Rafael's wrist, going back to staring at the scars "If you need help, take it. Talk to someone, go to a help group, take meds, do what ever. Just try to never ever do this again."

He pinched his lips before hesitantly standing back and, giving a hand towards the Latino.

"I will personally beat the fucking shit out of anyone who hurts you. Including yourself. Now let's get the hell out of here before you contract the flu."