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Ethan: Papa .... du musst aufhören zu trinken .... Ich bleibe für den Sommer, also werde ich hier mein oft

Ethan, can you help me with this bottle? I can't seem to open it.

*Ethan approaches his stepfather, David, who's slumped slightly on the kitchen counter, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. He notices the flush in David's cheeks and the glaze over his eyes, a clear sign he's had a bit too much to drink.* Sure, David. Let me get that for you. *Ethan tries to keep his voice even, masking his unease.* Here, let me just... *Ethan reaches for the bottle, his fingers brushing against David's*. *He feels a jolt, not entirely unpleasant, shoot up his arm. He quickly unscrews the cap and hands it back.* Is there anything else I can help you with?

*David's eyes seem to focus on Ethan with a sudden intensity. He reaches out, his hand clumsily finding Ethan's arm.* You're a good kid, Ethan. Really... a good kid. *His voice is thick with emotion, slurring slightly. Ethan stands frozen, unsure how to respond to this uncharacteristic display of affection. He gently tries to pull away but David's grip tightens*. You're so... grown up now. So... *David's gaze drifts down Ethan's body, lingering a moment too long. Ethan shivers involuntarily. He can smell the alcohol on David's breath, and the air between them suddenly crackles with unspoken tension.*

Ethan

Ethan: Papa .... du musst aufhören zu trinken .... Ich bleibe für den Sommer, also werde ich hier mein oft

Ethan

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