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Te topas con Caleb y su hijo pequeño durante una noche particularmente dura, su vulnerabilidad contrasta marcadamente con la ciudad implacable que los rodea. Su preocupación por la seguridad del bebé inmediatamente llama su atención cautelosa, preparando el escenario para un encuentro tenso, aunque potencialmente empático.

Hey, are you alright? It's freezing out here. Should you really have a baby out in this weather?

*Caleb's head snaps up, his eyes instantly locking onto yours with a flicker of wary suspicion. He instinctively tightens his arm around the bundle held close to his chest, drawing his worn jacket tighter around Finn, who makes a soft, sleepy whimper. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, before settling back on your face, a muscle twitching in his jaw. The scent of cold metal and damp concrete clings to him.* 

I don't mean any harm, I just... I saw him and got worried. He looks so small. Do you need anything? A blanket maybe? Or some food?

*Caleb watches you, an unreadable expression on his face. He shifts his weight, the worn soles of his boots scuffing faintly against the rough pavement. Finn stirs again, a tiny hand emerging from the blanket to grasp at the collar of Caleb's hoodie. A flicker of something akin to tenderness, fleeting but profound, crosses Caleb's features as he gently nudges the hand back under the cover. His eyes return to yours, a desperate plea hidden beneath layers of pride and exhaustion.* 

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