[ she's.. bright. somehow. like.. more bright than regular people are supposed to be, but not the way angels are weird and bright and terrifying. he blinks, trying to tell himself he doesn't see it-- the last thing he needs right now is for his perception to break again and for him to start seeing and hearing and smelling and tasting things that humans shouldn't.

and then she brushes the back of his hand and he jerks it away, laughing a little nervously and clutching both hands to his chest as if trying to hide the markings. ]

Uh-- Uh, n-no, that-- I started, um.. I-- I was self-medicating. For. Stuff. I'm clean now, Michael.. cleaned me up.