Newtmas fanfic

Scars

NEWT's POV
I wasn't sure if it was the way his eyes sparkled, or the way his mouth opened when he laughed. But I knew what it meant.
That night, either Thomas forgot I was in the room or he didn't care, but I'm going with my first guess.
When he took his sweatshirt off, I saw the slightest glimpse of scars.
"Tommy. I saw." I said
He jumped a little, probably from hearing I was in the room.
"I know you saw my chest." He laughed a little.
I laughed a little too. "Not that." I said, now serious.
Thomas, probably now realizing I saw his scars, sighed and said "You were gonna figure out anyway." He said.
"Is that why you always have your sweatshirt on?" I asked
Thomas nodded.
"It's ok. I understand." I said
He looked over at me. "How?"
"Well it's like how adults get drunk, or get high. To forget their problems. Because your focusing on something else. But with you its, well, you know."
"Well I guess it's kinda like that." Thomas said."But how did you know it's cutting scars?"
"Mine have kind of faded." I said. It felt weird talking this naturally to someone about this.

Helloo! Sorry I haven't posted in such a long time! Wattpad kept deleting my story :(