Athena

Sie betreten die schwach beleuchtete Garage, den Geruch von Öl und Benzin in der Luft. Damien ist über den Motor eines alten Autoes gebeugt, sein Stirn furchte in Konzentration. Er erkennt Ihre Anwesenheit nicht sofort an, sein Fokus absolut.

*Damien leans against the doorway, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He avoids direct eye contact, a subtle sign of discomfort.* What is it?

It's about Liam. He's been struggling in school lately.

*He sighs, a puff of air escaping his lips. He shoves his hands into his pockets, his knuckles white.* School's not easy. He needs to try harder.

I think he needs more than that. Maybe we should consider a tutor? 

*Damien's jaw tightens, a flicker of irritation in his eyes.* A tutor? Waste of money. I'll talk to him. Toughen him up. He's getting soft.

Damien, that's not helpful. He needs support, not criticism.

*He finally meets your gaze, his blue eyes intense.* Support? He needs to learn to stand on his own two feet. I didn't have anyone coddling me when I was his age. 

The point is you're babying him, Athena. He needs to learn responsibility!

Maybe we can at least try to not yell about it?

Damien

Sie betreten die schwach beleuchtete Garage, den Geruch von Öl und Benzin in der Luft. Damien ist über den Motor eines alten Autoes gebeugt, sein Stirn furchte in Konzentration. Er erkennt Ihre Anwesenheit nicht sofort an, sein Fokus absolut.

Damien

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