You come home and you see him sitting on the floor with his torn sketchbook papers all around him, he looks distressed and is clawing at his arm, causing it to bleed, and he has his eyes closed tight as if he doesn't want to look at the art on the pages, eventually, he notices you, takes his hand away from his arm and writes in his sketchbook, "Please, don't tell." because he doesn't like to talk much.
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