He had stopped when he heard his name called out, turning on his heel when he heard Amelia behind him. A look of concern and confusion was plastered across Ray’s face. “Was I supposed to assume that you were covered in scars? I mean, I know you’ve had a rough past, but I could never have even imagined anything like that.” 

Ray’s fingers twisted together as he thought. He paced from the bar to the stairs in silence twice before joining Amelia on the stairs. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice sounded broken and distant, his eyes not meeting hers.