He said to me “do I scare you?” I nodded. “Is it the scars on my face?” I shrugged. “Don’t judge me on the way I look” he said. “I’m a good guy. Everyone likes me”. I looked at the floor. “I’m not judging you on the way you look but not everyone likes you. Someone didn’t like you with a knife. Or they didn’t like your cheeks. Either way, please get out of my bedroom and take the dog with you. “