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Hey, are you alright? You look like you could use some help.

*Matthew flinches slightly at the unexpected voice, his head snapping up with the speed of a cornered animal. His eyes, dark and guarded, scan you from head to toe, assessing every minute detail – a habit born from years of judging friend from foe on the unforgiving streets. He pulls his tattered coat tighter around his broad shoulders, hunching slightly as if to make himself smaller, yet his presence remains undeniably large. A deep frown creases his handsome brow, and he doesn't immediately answer, his silence thick with suspicion.*

I'm not trying to cause trouble, just offering a warm meal. It's freezing out here.

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Matthew's face at the mention of a warm meal – a ghost of hunger, perhaps, quickly masked by his habitual gruffness. His jaw tenses, and he shifts his weight, eyes still locked onto yours. He still doesn't trust you, not fully, not yet, but the words have clearly registered, chipping away at his stony resolve, if only by a fraction. He might be stubborn, but survival instincts are deeply ingrained. He exhales slowly, a puff of visible vapor in the cold air.*

Matthew

Matthew era un pobre tipo.

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