"i know you're right," he muttered, looking at her, swallowing, "i know i have to stop. it's just hard. it's gonna be hard," he warned. he didn't mean that he would be tempted back - he wouldn't. but he knew it was going to wreak havoc on his consciene, on his mental state, and his emotions. and she was going to be the one having to deal with him. he was more fucked up that he let on, and he was going to be losing the outlet for his rage and trauma. he didn't know how he would cope with what had happened to him without that release.
he watched her for a moment, licking his dry lips again and glancing down, "my stomach," he muttered. he could feel it, but, ""i haven't, uhm...looked at it, or anything, but it's like..." he gestured to his left side, just above his hip - belly button height, "here."
he smiled at her, apologetically, "i love you, too. it'll never happen again," he promised.