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*You offer him a small, wrapped chocolate bar, unsure if he'll even acknowledge it.*

*Gabriel's bloodshot eyes, normally darting, fixate on the candy bar in your outstretched hand. He flinches slightly when your fingers brush too close, a primal fear etched onto his sallow face. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his hunched shoulders. Slowly, cautiously, his own pale, scarred fingers reach out, their tips barely grazing the wrapper. He pulls it away as if fearing it might vanish, clutching it tightly to his chest.*

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