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Charlie had this fear, even before he and Nick were official, that, if the rugby player saw his self-harm scars, he'd be absolutely mortified and disgusted with him. Of course, though, he couldn't hide those marks from Nick forever, especially with how serious their relationship was becoming.
Eventually, the time came when Charlie let the other boy see his struggle marks for the first time.
He had this scenario in his head where Nick would see his scars and puke from disgust. Even if it didn't immediately kill their relationship, Charlie would never be able to fully get over the shame of such a scenario.
All of this was going through his head as he finally allowed Nick to see him undress. However, instead of the sound of gagging, Charlie heard a quick intake of breath, followed by the sound of Nick standing up from the bed.
He's going to leave, Charlie thought miserably, avoiding looking at the other boy. I've finally scared him off.
"Tell me if this is overstepping" Nick started, pulling Charlie from his brief spiral. "But, would it be okay if I kiss your scars?"
...
"What?"
"You just went through all that pain alone and had no one but yourself to care for your wounds" he explained. "I would like to care for them"
"Nick, you don't have to-"
"Are you okay with it?" Nick asked again. Charlie hesitated for a moment before nodding his consent. I can't believe this is happening.
Before Charlie could overthink about it being some kind of sick joke, Nick began to gently kiss every single one of his countless self-inflicted scars.
What did I ever do to deserve this kind of love?