It was like watching a steel trap slam shut -- or maybe a puppy get shot. The happy, nearly blissed-out expression on Bart's face vanished, along with his relaxed posture, and were replaced by a tense flinch that carried him away from Piper's chest and nearly out of his lap altogether, while his face could only be described as haunted.

His scars. How had he forgotten about that? Of course Piper would want to know about them, his lower arms and palms were only covered in the stupid things!

"I..." Fell on some broken glass. It wasn't as though Piper would know any better, right?

But Bart would know, and he was done trying to lie about this. Hadn't that been the whole point of his little episode with Tim the night before, to get to the truth of this? He flinched again, curling in on himself as he turned back to face Piper.

"I was taken upstairs a few nights ago, for one of the sleep studies." Wait, had Piper even heard about those yet?