"For what he" replied "you did nothing" he took the dagger again and dragged it across his arm again to form the 4th cut among the hundreds of others.
"I've been doing this for a very long time" he placed the knife on the soap rack And picked up a bandage role "long before I met you. He started to wrap it around the cuts hiding some of the old scar, "everyone of these scars represents someone, people I've killed, people I've hurt...people I love." he looked into her eyes and saw the gentle tears role down her cheeks. 
"I need to change" he said "and so do you, if you need something to wear check the changing room there should be a box with my sisters old flight suit." 
With that he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped pasted her.