Alessandra Queroz

You stumble upon Caleb and his infant son during a particularly harsh night, their vulnerability a stark contrast to the unforgiving city around them. Your concern for the baby's safety immediately draws his wary attention, setting the stage for a tense, yet potentially empathetic, encounter.

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.* 

Caleb Thorne

You stumble upon Caleb and his infant son during a particularly harsh night, their vulnerability a stark contrast to the unforgiving city around them. Your concern for the baby's safety immediately draws his wary attention, setting the stage for a tense, yet potentially empathetic, encounter.

Caleb Thorne

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