*nods so slightly, you probably won't see it in the darkness* *curls his fingers into a loose fist under his pillow, then splays them out flat, still not quite looking at you* *continues only when he thinks he trusts his voice again* Some of it... some of that happened, in one way or another. Not necessarily to the letter, but...
*trails off there, not knowing how to go on (there's no explanation, no apology, and no rationalization to give)* *instead, decides to switch directions a little* Did you know, I actually wondered if you would mind my scars, at first? *flickers a tiny, wobbly smile in your direction* Not that I thought badly of you, but I've never been—well, marked like this before. I didn't know how you'd react.