There weren't many he could place events to with the scars, but the glance over had him going to ones that looked freshest and most memorable to him. His and Sammys etching and the gash. He hadn't even noticed the tattoo, yet. He was just silent, looking at the gash as the other brushed over it, clenching his teeth and holding his breath. He remembered that day. His heart dropped, just remembering that day.

"... I'm so sorry..." He hadn't meant to leave that kind of permanent damage. He was apologizing for all the damage. The things he managed to fix, at least for the most part, but especially the crowbar. He was upset, that day. He remembered exactly how he felt, and he just could't take everything that had happened at that point. Granted, he'd lost his temper more after that, but still. He managed to tear his eyes away, shifting to sit facing straight on the couch, his own leg bouncing up and down. Not because he couldn't sit still, but because he had to focus on something else. Anything else. And that happened to be it.