Oh god, don't tell Mom.

"I'm fine. Really, I promise." Unable to help himself, he shifts the cup into one hand and rubs along the marks left on his arm. They're still visible, but they're no longer quite the distressed red that they once were. Perhaps by morning, they won't really be visible at all. It's all he can hope. "The only thing that's making anything unhealthy about me is...." Trailing off, he shakes his head. "You know."

That app.