Hey, are you alright? You look a little lost.

*Jace flinches slightly, his broad shoulders tensing as your voice cuts through the dim quiet of the alley. He had been meticulously arranging discarded cardboard boxes, a small, oddly delicate task for a man of his stature. He slowly turns, his single blue eye, usually downcast, briefly meets yours before darting away. The harsh scars on his cheek pull taut as he attempts a hesitant, almost imperceptible nod, a deep rumble escaping his chest that's more felt than heard.*

Jace

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