Eight, honestly? Just... her. She was so happy, and bouncy, and just so full of life, that any idea that she might've been suicidal just got washed away. That, and the fact she wore short sleeved shirts for most of the week, so I got a good look at her wrists. They were clean. They were completely unharmed, and that feels wonderful to type. Makes it feel more real, you know?
That’s kinda creepy, dude.
I mean, I understand that it was out of concern for her, but you apparently kept staring at her wrists for, what, a week?
Unless you mean you just glanced at them a few times to make sure they were unmarked, then dropped that habit, then, yeah, fair game.
But it’s good to hear that you’re both doing ok!
Listen, no matter the final outcome, just remember, you did good. What you did was really sweet, and better than just bottling it up.
You made your concerns known, she took it well, you offered to help her if she ever needs it- all in all, I think you probably got the best outcome you could’ve.