"You don't have to hide that from me Sal," Harold replied instantly. It wasn't the marks that horrified him so much as what she must have gone through in order to receive them. The idea that someone who was supposed to have loved her would turn around and do something so heinous... well it didn't surprise Harold that much. He knew all about people seemingly incapible of love, but the fact it was Sally!
He kissed her rather suddenly, wishing there was something more he could do. Something to take away her anxiety about the scars, or teach her Dad a lesson. Really though, there was nothing, and that felt a little heartbreaking. He rested his hand on her back gently and kissed her softly. As they parted, he whispered, with as much sincerity as he could muster, "You're beautiful."